#jamie bower x y/n

[mikqls0n]

Relax||Jace Herondale x Fem!reader

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Summary: after a long day of fighting, jace just wants to relax the night with you

Warnings: smut ,fluff

A/n: probably the best smut I’ve ever written

[ @acecampbellbower @angelst4re ]

You,jace,Isabelle,Alec and clary walk into the institute,your body’s sweating and on the edge of just falling onto the floor and fall asleep.

“I’ll be in the shower,see you guys tomorrow” you didn’t had time to answer and Isabelle followed by Alec were gone,leaving you,jace and clary.

“I’m going into the greenhouse for like a few hours”and so was clary gone too.

Now it was only you and jace standing there in the hallway,half awake,half tired,craving for the shower and the bed at the same time.

“C’mon,why don’t we take a shower hm?”

“Please,I feel like I fell in mud”

———

You both had undressed in the bathroom before stepping into the shower,your back against jace’s front as water fell all over you.

“So,I had talked to Isabelle this morning and she said we would go shopping again” you said as you turned to your boyfriend,your Arms over his shoulders and his hands on your waist.

“That’s good,right?”you had a smirk in your face.

“Andddd you’re coming with us” you then said,your smirk growing as jace only looked at you.

“Do I have to?”

“Of course you have to! We dont spend time together outside the institute that much,you cant only go out to kill demons,you also have to enjoy your life”

“Hmm”jace rested his chin on your head as he holds you close as the water fell over you two, enjoying the closeness.

———

You and Jace had gone out of the shower with only towels on you as jace suddenly came from behind you and had spin you around to face him as he wasted no time to press his lips against yours.

Your hand came up to his hair,pulling him closer which lead your towel to fall down, being now fully exposed to jace.

Jace slowly walked forward as you hit the bed making you fall on it as jace hovered over you, leaving kisses all over your neck.

You let out a moan as he found a soft spot on your neck, sucking on it as your hands came down to remove his towel from his waist.

You buck your hips to jace’s as he immediately pulls your hips down again.” Needy huh?”

“Please” you moaned again as his lips found its way to your neck again.

“Please what, c’mon angel tell me what you want” he whispered as jace grabbed both your wrists, pinning them obove your head, his lips still kissing your neck.

“Fuck me, please, needed you all day” you whisper as jace smirked,not giving you any warning before thrusting into you all the way in which causes you to let out a moan.

“Oh..fuck jace…”his lips were again on your neck,sucking on the skin as he didn’t gave you time to adjust his size when he started to move in and out of your pussy.

You closed your eyes from all the pleasure jace is giving you as you continued to let out loud moans.

Jace had grabbed your chin making sure you open your eyes as they Met His.”keep your eyes open Angel ,look at me when I’m fucking you”he whispers as he presses his lips against yours meanwhile thrusting into you again making you moan out loud again against his lips.

“That’s it,be loud,let the others hear who’s fucking you so good hm..”your hands bring buried in His Hair as he snaps his hips hard against yours.

“You gonna cum? Hm come one make a mess in my cock,show me how much you love it”and so you do,cuming on his cock,you also felt jace filling you up,leaning his forehead against yours.

“Are You okay?”he asks.

“Mhm”You Were both trying to control your breathing as jace slowly pulled out of you.

“C’mon let’s take a bath together okay?”

[jennay]

Play Pretend

A/N: I don’t know what I’m doing with this. Let me know if you’d like a part two it’s kinda left on a hanger but, I have some ideas if you guys want more.

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“You fucking suck, Jamie.” You push yourself into the corner of the couch, grabbing a throw pillow and holding it close to your chest. You gently rest your head against the fluffy plush pillow.

Jamie sits next to you, hands folded in his lap.

“Darling, you knew this wasn’t real.” He tries to find the best way to let you down but knows there is never a good way to break someone’s heart. “It was pretend. We needed the publicity. We weren’t supposed to be more than that.”

You lift your face from the pillow just enough for him to see your teary eyes. He instantly feels guilty. Maybe he led you on more than he would have liked, but he never expected you to feel this strongly about him.

“If it was pretending, why did it continue through close doors?” You set the pillow beside you; unfolding your legs and standing up, you look out the large windows of your apartment, gazing across the city. You wipe your teary eyes. Jamie didn’t deserve your tears.

He stands beside you, and through the reflection of the glass, you can see him staring at you.

“I thought you were playing along.” He admits.

Rolling your eyes, you let out a huff. Jamie acted like you didn’t know him well enough to know when he was lying.

“There was something there, and you can lie all you want. That’s fine, but I need you to leave if you can’t be honest with me, and hopefully, at some point, you can look in the mirror and convince yourself that after four months of us being together, there weren’t any real feelings.” You walk to your front door and hold it open, and wait for Jamie to exit. He somberly starts toward you, knowing after he left you, this was it. You weren’t going to take him back as a friend; it stung knowing that he was throwing his friendship away, and more than likely, your mutual friend Joseph would give him the lecture of his life.

“(Y/n), I-“

“No.” You cut him off before he can speak. “There’s the door.” You pause to regain your composer. “I wish Joseph never introduced me to you.”

Jamie’s lips part like he can’t believe what you said. You weren’t just dismissing the “relationship” you two carried for four months but the friendship you held for the last three years.

You feel salty tears pricking at your eyes. You tap your foot to focus on something other than your emotions. How could you be this blind?

“I’m sorry.” He walks away from your apartment with his shoulders slumped, and head hung low.

You don’t hesitate to slam the door shut. Nobody teaches you how to break up with a friend. It shouldn’t have hurt this much, but it hurt worse than breaking up with your ex-boyfriend. You couldn’t ever lay eyes on Jamie without feeling some sort of pain again.

You text Joseph and explain what happened, knowing he would likely take Jamie’s side. This was pretending, after all. When he receives the text, he instantly calls. You two weren’t supposed to break up for another few months the promotions for your and Jamie’s latest movie had barely begun.

“You weren’t supposed to catch actual feelings, princess.” He lightly chuckles, which makes you even madder.

“We had sex… and it changed the chemistry in my brain, Joseph.” You sit on your bed and curl under the blankets. “We shouldn’t have. I know, but I thought maybe he was starting to have feelings for me, and boom. My clothes are on the ground.” The other line remains silent, you have to pull your cell phone away to check if he’s still there. “Joseph?”

“You both are such idiots. I knew this would happen. I’ve never been able to have two best friends get along.” He pauses, and his eyes drift to the knocking on the front door. He casually walks to the door listening to you continue to rant about how dumb you are. He looks through the peephole and his eyes land on a distraught Jamie. “(Y/N.) I need to call you back.”

“Joseph!”

“I’ll call you back!” Joseph turns his phone off and opens his door. His brows raise and he stares at Jamie in disbelief. “You had sex with her!?”

Number 2

[maladaptive-jcb]

Chapter 1: Icebreaker

Jamie x female!reader fanfic

(fluff, safe for under 18)

Summary: Reader is an independent artist who lives on her own in a small town and meets Jamie, a musician, in an art studio where their budding relationship formed through shared interests of different forms of art.

Warning: There will be talks about trauma and PTSD from domestic abuse and dissociative episodes throughout the story.

A quiet groan. I can hear it from two seats away from where I’m sitting. It’s almost been a month since I started this painting class where I saw it opened two blocks away from my apartment a month ago. I thought it was a perfect way to ignite my old artistic passion again. Lucky for me, it's a budget studio class, which means I don't have to break my savings just to fill up some of my free time. I work at a local bookstore and currently renting a small apartment. I'm doing good, but not amazing while living as an independent girl in this town.

I hear another sigh coming from him. Jamie first came into class around the second week I started here. I remember it was a slow day in class. I was wondering if I should even be here in the first place until I heard footsteps coming in. The way he walked in with his tussled blonde hair and iridescent eyes captured my attention immediately. Ever since then, he never missed a class. I decided to stick around after all.

“Jamie…Jamie… What did I say?” Mr. Hayes, our art teacher stops behind him as Jamie is struggling with his work. “Always check the proportions. Sorry,” he says in a low tone voice. Subtle English accent. Disgruntled look is forming on his face as he tries fixing his painting with more acrylic. Mr. Hayes pats on his back with approval and goes along to check his other students.

He's not really the worst in class. I’ve seen his work, he did a lot of good paintings except that he hates small details and proportional work.

Should I help him more? I mean, we barely talk in class aside from the occasional “Hey,” from time to time. In fact, he barely talks to anyone in here.

He shoots up a look to me.

Shit.

I didn’t realize that I’ve been staring at him for a while.

“Y/n, you’re doing great just don’t forget to clean up your finishing touches this time,” Mr. Hayes distracted my train of thoughts. “I will. Thank you, Mr. Hayes,” I give him a quick nod. I've had such a great experience so far with Mr. Hayes. He'll find a way to make one-on-one teaching lessons feel so personal to you. He's also very patient with all of us considering most of his students came in with zero prior art knowledge. I think that’s why Jamie has improved so much in just a short period of time.

____

The morning is still early when the class ended and I'm now on a hunt for some caffeine to keep my day going. The café is just a five minutes walk down the road. It's called the Aroma Mocha. Since it's an hour away until my shift starts at the bookstore, I decide to have a brisk walk under the cool weather, taking it all in.

As I walk in, there are already five people in line ahead of me at the counter. I wait in line as I soak in the café’s inviting atmosphere. I see a few people inside with their quiet talks to each other. Another middle aged woman reading her book while sipping on a hot coffee. A dark haired teenage girl in the slightly hidden corner with headphones on while sipping on her cold drink in hand. I can't tell what it is but it makes me crave for an iced latte. In another corner, there's a tired college student staring straight into his laptop screen with the fast click-clacking sound of his hands on the keyboard. Just the right amount of calm and busy here, topped off with the aroma of freshly grinded up coffee beans filling up the air. It’s just such a nice morning to start. I've been observing everyone that I haven't noticed anyone getting in line behind me until…

“Y/n, right?”

I turn around and met with a tall lanky figure, silver rings on his fingers, blonde hair framing his cheekbones perfectly in the dim lights of the café.

“Oh yes. And you’re Jamie!”

He smiles. “Yep. Fancy meeting you outside the class.”

“I hope that’s not a bad thing.”

“Not at all. Pleased, really,” his eyes twinkles.

I don’t see the disgruntled, contorted face he always makes when painting in frustrations. He seems… sweet.

“Next!” The barista calls out to me.

“One iced latte, please…” I turn to Jamie. “…and whatever he’s having.”

“Coffee. Black,” he leans forward to respond. His subtle breath warm on my neck. “Thank you."

“You’re welcome,” I return his smile.

I’ve wanted to approach him so many times in class and chickened out. Crazy to think that this is the longest conversation we’ve ever had.

Our drinks were done at the counter after a few minutes. I grab both and hands his coffee. He takes it, fingers brush against mine.

“I’ll see you again, soon?”

“Yeah. See you again, y/n.”

He smiles and raises the cup of coffee thanking me again. I nod and quickly turns my face towards the floor hiding the warmth that's rising to my cheeks. With one last wave, I walk towards the door to leave.

“Wait!”

A surge of relief going through my body. Somehow I was hoping it wouldn't just end there.

“Do you have time to sit with me?” he asks.

I hold my wrist up and check the time on my watch. My shift is not starting until 40 minutes anyways. How long can it be to sit and talk with Jamie?

“If that’s okay,” a little hint of pleading in his voice.

“Yes, of course."

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We sit across each other at a table near the big window. His long legs brush against mine from time to time. Now that I'm actually closer to him than before, I can see his blue eyes sparkling even brighter under the sunlight streaming through the window pane. He's a little quiet at first. His fingers knotted with each other around his warm cup of coffee. It's almost as if he's wondering what to talk about. Eventually, he tries to ask me more about myself. Trying to set aside the sudden surprise of actually sitting with a new person on my day, I let myself cool down and let the conversations flow on their own. His eyes wide, yet soft as he looks at me attentively every time I tell him little things about myself. I just thought it was just out of politeness but I notice that he's actually listening to me when he chuckles and nods along to my stories. It's like every word that came out of my mouth hung around the air and he's just absorbing them all in.

"You know it's very interesting to finally hear all about the teacher's favourite in class," a teasing tone in his voice.

“Oh, stop. But you know, I've wanted to talk to you in class for a while as well."

“Is that why you’ve been staring at me?” he smirks and takes a sip of his coffee.

My heart does a somersault. He noticed that?

“Oh… I uh,” my cheeks starting to feel a little warm.

He winks.

“So what brings you to the class anyway,” my attempt at changing the subject.

“Oh, umm…” Jamie purses his lips as if he's thinking about the question itself.

"I wanted to try something new in this town. I just moved here and happened to walk by the studio and… well here I am."

“I see. I’m guessing you came all the way here from…”

“London. Yes. The accent, I know,” he laughs. Hand brushing through his beautiful locks.

“I just needed a change. What about you?”

“Oh I’ve lived here for a while. Two years now. Trying to prove to my parents that I can be independent, you know?” I tell him, quickly brushing the question off.

He nods. “You’re working?”

“Yeah. Do you know Bookworm Shack? It’s a block away from here. In fact, I should be getting into my shift in like 15 minutes now.”

“Oh yeah, I’ve seen it. Come on, I’ll drive you,” drinking the last bit of his coffee before he gets up.

I didn’t have time to process it. I haven’t sat in a car alone with a man for so long. Not since-

“You’re coming?” his head tilts towards me and scanning my eyes, hoping for a hint of agreement to his plan.

“I guess, there's no harm in that. Thank you."

“The least I could do for that coffee,” he gives a friendly punch to my upper arm and grinning ear to ear. Every bit of his face lights up when he does it. It feels nice to see him in a more cheerful mood than usual.

I'm not one to know much about cars. Truthfully, all cars look the same to me. If anyone would name a model of a car, no image would pop in my head at all. However, I am able to tell when a car is luxurious and expensive. Jamie's car is exactly that. At least better than the one I drove back in my hometown. It was an old car that my dad gave me after he finally saved up enough for a new one for his own. It was a little beat up but I loved it just the same. It didn't have the leg rooms as I have right now sitting in Jamie's car though. I know it wasn't the best car but it took me where I needed to and it was comfortable enough for me. Looking up at Jamie from the passenger's seat makes me feel a little shy. What do you do when someone told you to make yourself comfortable? Do they actually mean it or do they just want to be polite? Maybe I'll just play it safe and tuck my feet together and not mess with anything in here.

"Relax. The leather seat is not gonna bite you," he snickers after noticing me shifting carefully in my seat.

"Yeah, but you might," quickly giving him the same retort energy.

"Wow. Hurtful. Although, you'll never know. Hope you already got your rabid shot."

His face stays on the road but his eyes peering sideways towards me while smirking at his own joke. A giggle start escaping from my mouth and he finally lets out a big heartful laugh I've ever heard from him.

I feel myself being a lot more relaxed in my seat after that. We continue our conversations along the ride but it was cut short when Jamie pulls over in front of the bookstore. A little disappointment in my heart when I realized that I have to say goodbye to him now.

As I’m getting out of the car, he asks, “What time your shift ends?”

“6 pm. Why?” I respond back through the passenger’s seat window.

“Sounds like a good time for dinner. I’ll pick you up,” he winks again and drives away.

“Wait, I-“ Oh there’s no use. He’s gone.

_____

Chapter 2

Note: Hi! I'm new on here and I'm sharing my writing for the first time on the internet and thought that it'd be nice to start on here. I don't know if this will take off or not but I'm excited for everyone to read it. Do let me know your thoughts and reblog if you like it. If it starts picking up then I will continue posting the next chapter :)

[daddyyy88]

Just sex | Jamie Campbell Bower x y/n

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

word count: 1.8k

warnings: smut, Jamie’s a bit of an ass hole, ?

Just sex. It was only supposed to be sex. That’s all. You and Jamie both had no time to go out and find someone else so you two started sleeping with each other when you needed some relief. No one had feelings for the other, it was just sex.

But then, he met a girl.

Bouncing on his dick in reverse cowgirl, you couldn’t maneuver your hips properly to stimulate yourself well enough to make you orgasm so eventually you gave up and you were just trying to make him cum. All your moans were not real and were forced just so he wouldn’t know you weren’t feeling it.

You were so stressed lately, especially in regards to your relationship with Jamie. You could feel him pulling away and spending his time with a girl he recently met. It was making it hard to focus when you had sex, and you had faked at least 3 orgasms in the last month.

“Mmh…Jamie- oh god!” You said and clenched your pussy, trying to pretend like you were close. He squeezed your hips, grunting softly and muttering curses. You panted softly, squeezing his balls as you forced a whimper, moaning softly.

“Oh- oh fuck! Y/n- shit!” He said, squeezing his eyes shut. He started to roll his hips slightly, gripping your thighs tight. You groaned, rubbing your own clit as some final effort to have even a soft orgasm.

“Babe- babe! Shitshitshit- fuck I’m cumming! I’m cumming- yea, yea just like that!” He said and you faked an orgasm at the same time, regretting the fact that you let him finish inside since he didn’t even deserve it.

Once you “calmed down” from the “mind-blowing orgasm” you slowly slipped him out of you, laying down next to him. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, wiping the sweat from your forehead and scoffing slightly as you felt his cum slip out of you.

“We uh…we’re gonna have to stop doing this” he said and you looked over at him. You raised an eyebrow and said “this girl I’m talking to…I really like her. I think me and her might have a chance at something”

“Oh….right- right, of course, yea. It was just sex anyways, right? Who cares?” You said, looking away slightly. He chuckled and said “but for the time being…” You looked back over and he was hard again.

You rolled your eyes and he smirked. “Come on, get on your hands and knees for me. Last one, I promise” he said and you fought back slightly, claiming you’d be overstimulated but really it would just ache from him abusing your pussy and it wasn’t even worth it since you weren’t having orgasms.

You got in position and he slipped in, groaning in pure bliss. You faked some moans, tears filling your eyes as he thrusted into you. You knew it was inevitable, him ending things with you. But still, you didn’t think it would happen this soon.

Still, you let him have you just like he wanted and nearly kicked him in the face when you got close and then he changed the angle. You kept drawing it out as long as possible, telling him you were close for at least 5 minutes before you faked the orgasm. You didn’t want this to end, you really fucking didn’t.

Once he fell asleep you left, crying the entire way home. You didn’t want to have to shower, and wash his smell off of you. You still did, but you couldn’t stop crying. You loved him. You loved him so goddamn much you couldn’t handle it.

You took some days off of work and when you went back you tried to avoid Jamie as much as possible. You got to your trailer as fast as you could so no one would see you break down when he brought his new girl for everyone to meet.

You just weren’t ready to let him go, and now with this new girl he probably regrets having sex with you in the first place. Filming eventually ended and you finally had time to properly get over him and feel better about the whole situation.

You thought by the time the premiere came you wouldn’t feel as you did all those months ago, but oh how you were so very wrong. As soon as you saw him tears tried to fill your eyes but thanks to being an actor you knew how to stop it.

He didn’t have that girl with him which surprised you, you figured they would’ve announced it since they’ve been together 6 or 7 months now. He tried to come up to you but you managed to find a way to avoid him before he got to you and thank god you did.

You went out with some friends after that came to support, and it’s just your luck that Jamie went to the same bar. You tried to hide the whole night but he saw you at some point but you went to the bathroom to avoid him even more.

You knew hearing his voice would just make you cry and you did not want him to see you cry over something so stupid. You eventually snuck out to your car and took a few deep, shaky breaths.

It was just sex, so why were you so attached to him? Why couldn’t you bear to even look at him? You felt a tear roll down your cheek and you whimpered, you really didn’t want to cry.

You started your car and drove home, tears rolling down your cheeks the whole time. You changed and wiped off your makeup, simply wanting to forget about him.

But of course the asshole showed up at your doorstep. “Jamie…” you said, he smiled and you shook your head. You took a deep breath and said “what are you doing here?” “Just…wanted to see you” he said and you looked down.

“Yea, I’ve been busy. We didn’t even hang out much before we started having sex either” you said and he sighed. He looked you up and down, your thick thighs hugged by your shorts, boobs nearly spilling out of your tank top.

He smiled again and you said “you’re drunk, Jamie. Go home,” “I’m not drunk. I swear, look I can walk in a straight line and everything” he said, walking down the hallway a little and then back. You rolled your eyes and said “what do you want?”

“I miss you, y/n,” he said, brushing your hair out of your face. He smirked and you pulled his hand away from you as you said “no, Jamie. I don’t have time for this. You have a girlfriend anyways”

“No…No I- I don’t” he said and took a deep breath, putting his hands in his pockets. You glared at him as you said “okay, well you can’t just come running back for sex when you're bored. I’m not gonna let you use me. Besides, you’re the one who ended things”

“Now I want to start them back up again,” he said, eyes softening. You couldn’t lie, even though you were mad at him and he made you want to cry just looking at his gorgeous face, you were still trying to rub your thighs together to relieve the ache. God, you’d never felt so horny since you stopped having sex with Jamie.

“How do I know you aren’t just her for a quick fuck and that I’ll still see you a few days or a week or two from now again” you said and he groaned, getting impatient. He cupped your cheeks and kissed you, taking a deep breath. He moved one hand and brought you in closer by the waist.

He kissed you passionately and you gasped, placing your hands on his chest. He’d never kissed you before. Never. Simply because it was just sex. He didn't need to kiss you to have sex. Of course he’d kissed your body during sex but you’d never made out or anything like that.

“Jamie- Jamie, stop! What are you doing?” You asked and pulled away, backing up against the wall. He shook his head and said “I…I love you, y/n” you gasped slightly, eyes widnening a little.

You sighed and said “yea, and unicorns are real” “y/n, I’m serious! I didn’t- I- I thought that if I got involved with another woman that I could forget or make the feelings go away. It- it didn’t work and let me tell you she was not happy about it” he said and chuckled, but you stood there with a pout on your face, tears welling in your eyes.

He reached forward, cupping your cheeks and wiping your tears away. He sighed and said “please, believe me when I tell you this. I am in love with you, y/n. I know I haven’t always acted like it and I know I haven’t been treating you well, but I promise I can and I will make it up to you”

“You really hurt me, Jamie” you said, looking him in his eyes. Those crystal blue eyes softened, tears running down his cheeks as well now. He bit his lip and said “I know, love. You didn’t deserve it. And I don’t deserve you, but please…please just give me another chance. I swear you won’t regret it”

You nodded and he smiled a little, still on the verge of sobbing as you still held a broken look on your face. You whimpered and pushed him against the wall, kissing him with force. He took a deep breath and cupped your waist and hip, kissing you back.

You slowly started to take off his belt and he pulled away, stopping you. “Hey, hey no. Now is not that time for that. Having sex right now isn’t a good idea, y/n” Jamie said and you groaned. You unbuckled his belt and he grabbed your hands, pulling them off.

“Babe, no. We’re both mentally in shambles at the moment, sex isn’t gonna make it better” he said and you sighed, resting your hands on his chest. You sighed shakily and said “I thought that’s what you wanted….to start sleeping together again”

“What? Y/n, you’re worth way more than the just sex. You do know that, right? I don’t just want sex I want to love you” he said and you took a deep breath. He kissed your head and said “don’t ever think so little of yourself. You don’t deserve to be treated like a sex toy. You deserve to be treated like a wife, like a princess, baby. You deserve to be taken care of and loved”

“Yea?” You said and he nodded, looking into your eyes. He kissed you softly and you smiled, feeling his strong hands squeeze your sides to keep you from leaving. You pulled away, both of you wearing the goofiest grins on your faces.

Taglist: @Ima1986

As of now l'm writing for

Eddie Munson

Joseph Quinn

Jamie Bower

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

Eddissy

Maya Hawke

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Lo’ak

Neteyam

So just comment the taglist you want to be added to and l'll add you :)

[sea040561]

Any recommendations for the following fics:

Joseph Quinn/Jamie Campbell Bower

JQ/reader

JCB/reader

JCB/JQ/reader

[lacy1986]

If anyone is looking for some good Jamie fics to read @jennay has written some AMAZING ones ❤️ she’s one of my faves 💗

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Good god😩😮‍💨🖤 this was sooo good

𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 | 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: series masterlist | a new preacher comes to your town, and you’re overwhelmed by him. you try to keep away from father james, but, the more you see him and the more he kisses your hand, the more you realize that staying away won’t be so easy. 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: jamie bower x fem!reader (rpf) 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 7k 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: rpf (real person fiction), smut MINORS DNI, p in v sex, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, heavy breeding kink (the last line of the song is literally "i'm coming inside" are u kidding me), preacher kink, praise kink, religious themes, age gap (reader is early 20s, jamie is 34), jamie has a huge god complex omg 𝐀/𝐍: i’ve been working on this on again and off again since the music video came out in august, so take it before it drives me more insane than it already has lol

All morning, you could have sworn the preacher was looking at you. 

It was a hot summer Sunday morning, one where you wore your nicest dress, just as your mother had told you to. You had forgotten how hot it got at home; after being at college for the past few years, you had gotten acclimated to the big city, and you couldn't remember what home was like. 

To be honest, you had been dreading church. You had lied to your parents when you told them that you had kept up the habit while at college, and you despised the thought of wasting a good Sunday morning, even though you were on vacation. No matter what, you had gotten up and gotten dressed, and you were tailing behind your parents as they led the charge into the church. 

The building itself was miniscule, surrounded by the desert on all sides, set apart from the rest of town. Your hometown was small, so small that people usually only lumped it in with the nearby biggest city and didn’t know that your town even existed on its own. But it did, and, in a town like that, everybody knew everybody else’s business. 

Which made the preacher all that more confusing to you. 

You could vaguely remember your mother telling you about the appearance of a new preacher at your church after the former pastor retired. It had been months ago, and you only remembered the name she had told you: James Bower. There were other details as well, something about him being young and British, but you didn’t really listen too closely to that phone call with your mother. She had been going on and on about church and you tended to tune that out. 

“Mom,” you said quickly as you approached the church, seeing the door hanging open, welcoming everyone inside. Standing at the open door was a man, dressed in a black suit with a white shirt, a black hat covering his head and shading his face. He was older than you, but also younger than your parents, and he was shaking hands with every man that walked in front of him and setting kisses on the ladies’ cheeks. “Who is that?” 

“Oh, that’s Father James,” your mother told you, sucking at the back of her teeth for a moment. “I told you about him, he replaced Father Nicholas.”

“Yeah, I remember you telling me,” you said softly. “He’s just… Younger than I thought.” And, by the flashes of a sharp jawline and deadly eyes that you could see as you approached, he was far more attractive than you would have taken a man like him for. 

“He’s good,” your mother said carefully, as if she was controlling her tongue. “Cares about what he preaches about, really believes it.” 

“That’s good,” you mumbled. 

Finally, it was your turn to be greeted by the preacher, and you were struck uncharacteristically silent by him. His voice, a deep baritone timbre, got under your skin as he greeted your mother with a kiss, and he gave your father a firm handshake. “And who do we have here?” Father James Bower asked, his steel-blue eyes cutting you with his gaze. 

You could tell instantly: this man would be trouble. “This is our daughter,” your mother said. “Visiting from college.” 

“Ah, yes,” Father James said, his lips stretching into a smile. He took your hand in his, his skin rough and dry but lovely to feel, and he pressed his lips to your fingers, greeting you with an old-fashioned kiss. “Your mother told me stories about you.” 

“Good stories, I hope?” you chuckled lightly, and Father James’ smile stayed as he dropped your hand. 

“Only the best,” he told you. 

“I’ve heard about you too, Father James,” you said, and you watched something flicker in his eyes, a quiet kind of recognition, although what he was recognizing, you had no idea. 

“Good things?” he teased, and you smiled coyly at him. Two could play that game. 

“Oh, no, awful things,” you said, and your mother laughed. “Just the worst.” 

“I guess I’ll have to redeem myself,” Father James said. “I think Marjorie saved you lot a seat in the front; what a dear.” Your mother and father surged ahead, finding the seats that Father James indicated, but a quick and tight grip to your wrist kept you in place. 

Father James held you back, his thumb smoothing nicely down your wrist, and he lifted your hand back to his mouth, kissing your fingers again. “And that’ll be Jamie to you, love,” he said softly, barely loud enough for you to hear. “You can drop that James business.” 

“If you say so, Father” you said softly. 

“Don’t call me that, either,” he said. “Just Jamie.” 

“Jamie,” you said and you sighed out a deep breath. “I’ll keep it in mind.”

The service was odd. By all accounts, it was a perfectly good service, normal by all means, but something about the young and handsome Father James (or Jamie, as he told you) leading the sermon was different in a way that you couldn’t tell if you liked or not. Your mother was right— he obviously cared about what he preached, that morning’s work set on the sin of temptation, and he raised his voice and delivered his sermon with an expert hand. 

But he was looking at you the whole time. He was borderline staring at you, and you shifted in your seat, wondering what was the matter. Of course, you could think the obvious— that he was thinking of you as he preached on temptation, you, the pretty young thing that had walked through his doors— but it felt wrong to even consider that Jamie would stoop that low. He was a man of God, no matter how unconventional he looked with his rings and gold bracelets and the tattoos on his middle fingers.

You got to speak with him further after the service, while everyone was leaving the house of God. You stepped outside with a shiver, despite the sticky heat, and your mother grabbed your hand as she told you that she was going to bring the car around. “Maybe you should go to talk to James,” she said. “He always looks so lonely, and it seems like he likes you.”

“Likes me?” you echoed. 

“He didn’t kiss my hand twice,” your mother said with a shrug. “He didn’t ask me to call him Jamie.” You followed your mother’s gaze to just on the other side of the small wooden bridge, to a little garden, where Jamie stood, looking out of place in his all-black attire, looking down at the ground as his hand rubbed his chin. 

“Are you encouraging me to find romance with your preacher?” you asked with a smile, and your mother rolled her eyes. 

“Maybe not romance,” she said. “You’re too young for that. But friendship, definitely.” 

You weren’t too young for that, you knew it, but you understood what she meant. Don’t fall in love with the preacher. That should be easy. You approached him quietly, not wanting to startle him if he was lost in thought, but he turned those devilish steel-blue eyes to you in an instant. “You,” he said lightly, dropping his hand. 

“Me,” you shrugged. “I, umm, really liked your sermon.” 

“Thank you, love,” Jamie said. A moment passed where he watched you, and he suddenly said, “You’re lying to your parents.” 

“Excuse me?” you asked. “What do you mean—”

“You don’t go to church when you’re at university,” Jamie said quickly. “I can tell, you looked completely lost the whole time.” 

“Is it that obvious?” you mumbled, wrapping your arms around yourself, and, when Jamie nodded, you muttered, “Fuck!” 

“How long are you in town?” Jamie asked. His hands drifted to his pants, digging into his pocket, and he extracted a lean carton of cigarettes, along with a lighter. He was quick to push a cigarette in-between his lips, and you watched as he lit it up. 

“Oh!” you said quickly. You were staring, just like he was. “Umm, just until Friday.”

“One more week,” Jamie laughed, blowing the smoke from his mouth. “I bet you can’t wait to go back to your friends and your little sinful ways, can you?” 

“What makes you think I live in sin?” you asked. The exchange felt playful, not necessarily too mean-spirited, and Jamie grinned around his cigarette. 

“I know girls like you,” he said. “You wear your little dresses and sing your little hymns, but it’s all a disguise to cover up the way you really live. I bet you’ve even kissed a boy, haven’t you?” He put on a shocked look, like he was truly disappointed, and it made you laugh.

“You’ve got me figured out,” you chuckled. Then, a boldness washed over you, and you couldn’t control the way you added, “And I’ve done a lot more than kiss a few boys.” 

Jamie raised his dark eyebrows at you, plucking his cigarette from between his lips. “You have?” he asked. “Anything you need to repent for? I am a preacher, after all, I can help.” 

“No, nothing like that. I just…” You shrugged, and mumbled, “Okay. You’ve got me. I haven’t done anything like that.” 

“Why did you say you did?” Jamie asked, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion. 

“I don’t know,” you mumbled. “To make you like me, I guess. Guys like girls who know about that stuff, right?”

“Oh, little lamb,” Jamie cooed softly. “I used to run around with some bad guys when I was your age, I’ve got the marks to prove it,  and I had my fill of girls who were trying to impress me. I like you more, knowing that you’re a good girl who hasn’t done anything of that sort.” He smoked for a moment, blowing it at the ground, and he added, “You should be going.” 

“Why?” you asked. “Have I done something wrong?” 

“No, you didn’t,” Jamie said. “But I might.”

“What do you mean?” you asked. 

“I really want to kiss you,” Jamie told you, and your heart slammed against your ribcage at his confession. 

“Is that…” you began. “Is that allowed?”

“Allowed, yes,” Jamie said slowly, as if choosing his words carefully. “But, frowned upon? Very much so.” 

“Why?” you asked. “Is it me?” 

“No, darling, it’s not you,” Jamie said. “I’m a man of God. I can’t just kiss any girl, I need to have intentions about it, and my intentions… My thoughts about you… Are less than worthy of a man like myself.” 

Lightning rocked your belly, and you took a step backwards. “Oh,” you said. “I understand. Umm… Yeah, it’ll be good if I leave.” Jamie nodded silently in agreement, finishing up his cigarette, and you mumbled, “Will I see you on Wednesday? At night service? I bet my parents will make me go.” 

“Yes, you will,” Jamie replied. He hesitated for a moment, his mouth open, obviously wanting to say something, and he finally added, “Wear something white.” 

“Why?”

Jamie looked at you with those paralyzing blue eyes, and he said, “You’re as beautiful as an angel. You should dress like one.” 

You hardly got any sleep that night. Between bouts of nightmares— nothing you could remember but left you with a nasty feeling when you woke up hyperventilating— you were plagued by the idea of Jamie. 

Every time you closed your eyes, you could only see him. His blond hair, his blue eyes, his plush lips, that smile that bordered goodness and badness. As you laid awake in your small bed, the tiny one you had grown up in, you wondered what he was doing. Was he asleep, as you too should be? Maybe he was up, working on a sermon. A selfish part of you allowed yourself to think that, perhaps, he was awake, thinking of you. 

That idea made your thighs tingle. You knew how terrible it was to think of your preacher like that, but he had said it himself. His intentions with you weren’t worthy of a man of God. Jamie had basically confessed to wanting to kiss you and maybe even more, and you hadn’t been brave enough to challenge him on it. You regretted your timidness, and you buried your head under your pillow as you tried to get any sleep at all.

This routine continued for days. Nightmares, then Jamie. Jamie, then more nightmares. You didn’t see him during the day, so you were left with only the memory of your two tiny interactions. You could remember the way his blond hair had swayed in the wind as he smoked, the faint hint of his cologne carrying on the air as he kissed your hand; you couldn’t escape him. You knew that, the next time you saw him, you had to tell him. 

Thankfully, you didn’t have to wait long to see Jamie. Wednesday night came around quickly, and you tore apart your closet looking for the little white sundress that you knew you still had from when you were in high school. You’re as beautiful as an angel, his accent rang in your head as you tugged the dress over your head, and you sighed at yourself in the mirror. The irony wasn’t lost on you— dressing like an angel, yet still tempting the preacher. You wondered what he would do when he saw you; would he try to kiss you again? Maybe he wouldn’t do anything, and he would keep up the game of cat and mouse that you had. Honestly, you liked it. Being wanted was nice, but there was something fun about being desired and not being allowed to act on those desires. It made everything sweeter. 

Your parents didn’t say anything as you exited your room, grabbing a thin sweater just in case it was cold in the sanctuary (it never was, but your mother urged you to come prepared). The car ride was quiet, and your hands shook as your father parked in the small lot, steadying yourself for meeting Jamie. 

He stood at the door to the church again, greeting everyone as they came in. He wore a dark wide-brimmed hat, his usual suit, the shirt buttons done all the way up to his slender throat. He looked cool and smooth, and he grinned like a cat when he saw you. You had never felt more like a mouse in your life, and you gratefully took his hand into yours. 

“My, oh my,” Jamie said, his eyes scanning your frame. You should have felt uncomfortable under his gaze, but you didn’t, despite the obviously hungry look in his light eyes. Even if he hadn't told you about his intentions, it wouldn't be hard to figure out why he was looking at you. “Who is this vision in white I see before me?” 

Your face went warm, and you managed to mutter out, “Thank you, Father.” Jamie did his usual kisses to your fingers, which only served to make your face go even hotter. You felt like everyone was looking at you but somehow, Jamie’s soft eyes soothed you. It seemed like nothing bad could happen so long as you were in Jamie's arms. Knowing this, you tugged him close by his hand and pressed a gentle kiss to his smooth cheek, and you heard him draw in a quick breath at your meager affection. 

“Thank you, little lamb,” Jamie told you. His cheeks tinged just a shade of pink, not even enough to really call it a blush— if you didn’t know any better, you would have attributed it to the heat and dry air. “I’d like to speak to you after the service, if that’s possible.” 

“Of course,” you told him. “Am I in trouble?” 

“Oh, no,” Jamie said. “Quite the opposite. I’d like to discuss our relationship; or where I’d like it to go, that is.”

You swallowed thickly, nervously, and you said, “Alright. I’ll see you then.”

Like on Sunday, Jamie’s sermon was beautiful. He spoke with power and grace, and you could hardly believe it when the end of it came. You could watch him speak for hours and never get bored of it. You stayed sitting in the pew as your parents stood, and your mother furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. “Are you alright?” she asked, and you picked at the bottom of your dress. 

“Yeah,” you replied. “I’m alright. Jamie just said he wanted to talk to me after the sermon.”

“Oh,” your mother said. “What about?”

“I’m not sure,” you lied. “I think he might try to ask me on a date.” 

Your mother ground her back teeth; you could see her annoyance. “Make good decisions with him,” she said. “Don’t let him be let astray.” 

“I won’t, Mom,” you told her, your stomach twisting. You knew that you absolutely were leading him astray, but maybe he had a good plan on how to keep your relationship pure. Based on the way he was talking to you on Sunday, though, there was no way you could stay pure with him. “Jamie is good, I won’t do anything bad to him.” 

Jamie stood at his altar as everyone slowly filed out, making kind conversation with the people who approached him, and you watched him as you chewed on your bottom lip. He looked so good, and you crossed your legs as you waited. Finally, the last person left, the heavy wooden doors banging closed behind them, and Jamie turned his gaze towards you. 

Silently, he stepped away from the altar and towards you, the heavy heels of his boots clicking against the creaky wood floors. “You look beautiful,” Jamie told you as he sat down next to you, pulling off his hat and ruffling up his blond hair. 

You nodded anxiously. “You do too,” you told him. “Very handsome.” 

“Thank you, little lamb,” Jamie said. “Now, I wanted to speak to you about… Us. I think it’s obvious that I can’t go on being polite and nice with you.” 

“Is it?” you asked. “I mean, you said you wanted to kiss me—“

“You sweet girl,” Jamie said with a little pout. “Did you really not know? I want to ruin you.” 

“Oh,” you said sharply. “I-I mean, I figured, but I didn’t want to say anything and assume a-and then make a fool out of myself.” 

“No fools here,” Jamie said. His hand touched your thigh, his hand impossibly warm against you, and you laid a gentle hand on top of his, letting your fingers nudge his. “I like knowing what you’re thinking. Tell me what’s on your mind.” 

“Honestly?” you asked with a sigh, and Jamie nodded. “How badly I wish you would kiss me.” 

Quickly, he leaned into you, and he pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was gentle and simple, and you leaned into him as his hand raised to gently touch your cheek. His rings were cool against your skin, and you pressed yourself closer to him as he held you carefully. He tasted like cigarettes and warm skin, all man and all Jamie, and he gently smoothed his teeth against your bottom lip, biting just enough to make you smile, before he fell away from you. He didn’t pull away completely, though, touching his forehead against yours and taking a deep breath. “Good,” he whispered. “Now I’d like to do something else.” 

“What is that?” you asked. 

“I think I’d like to make love to you,” Jamie told you. “Only if you want that, though.” 

You nodded quickly. “I want that,” you told him. “But, um, I’m a little nervous.” 

“Because you’ve never done it before?” Jamie asked, and you nodded quickly. “We don’t have to. I’d be happy to take you to dinner and drop you off back at your house, leaving you completely intact.” 

“Or…” you started. “You could fuck me here and now, and give into temptation.” 

“Oh, I’d love to do that,” Jamie said softly. He tilted his head, as if contemplating kissing you again. “I’d really love to… Tell me to stop and I will.” 

“I won’t,” you breathed, and you met him for another kiss. This one was instantly more, instantly hungrier, his warm tongue snaking between your lips and into your mouth as he held you close. His hands grabbed your waist and he tugged you close, and he broke the kiss to take a deep breath. His hands smoothed down to your thighs, and he pulled you into his lap, your legs parting wide to envelop his hips. He pulled at your pretty sundress as he kissed you again, and you carded your fingers through his hair as he claimed you again, chasing you into a hungry kiss. 

Your hips rocked down onto his as your knees pressed into the hard wood of the pew, aching just a little, and Jamie’s hand pressed into your ass and shoved your hips down onto him as his bucked up into you. You felt his hardness through his trousers, pressing up into you, and you gasped at the feeling. “How long’s it been?” you whispered, and Jamie pressed his forehead to yours again before stealing another quick kiss. 

“Years,” he mumbled. “S’nice not to have to do this myself.” 

“You masturbate?” you asked with a giggle. “Naughty preacher.” 

You yelped as his hand came down onto your ass, spanking you hard, the sound of it reverberating through the empty sanctuary. “I’m a grown man,” he growled through gritted teeth. “I have needs. As of Sunday, though, I’ve been insatiable.” 

“Lucky me,” you smiled, and Jamie gave you a half-smile, more of a smirk than anything. “You gonna fuck me hard?” 

“Keep talking to me like that and I just might,” Jamie chuckled. “You have no idea what I’ve imagined as I fucked my hand. It’s like I told you, I want to ruin you.” 

“Ruin me,” you begged him, leaning forward and kissing his smooth neck. Your hands fell from his hair and down to his shirt, and you started to unbutton his shirt. The more skin you exposed, the more ink you saw, and you gaped at him as you smoothed your hands down his shaved chest. He was covered in tattoos, all on his chest and sternum and belly, and your mouth watered at the sight of them. “Oh my God…” 

“I told you, I used to run around with a bad crowd,” Jamie told you, his hands pressing upwards into your dress. “Rock music and girls, it was… But this is better. You are better than all of that.” 

“You flatter me,” you laughed. “You haven’t had me yet.” 

Jamie shrugged. “I know a good fuck when I see one,” he said. “Old habits die hard, I guess.” 

“Stop it,” you mumbled as you blushed,  and Jamie grabbed handfuls of your ass, rucking your dress up past your hips. “What made you want to join the church?” 

“I grew up going,” Jamie told you as your hands fell to his pants, playing with his belt but not undoing it. Your heart beat deep inside your chest at the prospect of undressing him and seeing his cock, a sort of anxious glee making your heart race, and you listened intently as Jamie told you his story. “Me, my brothers… But when I was young, your age, I rebelled against it and had a sinful lifestyle, all of that that I told you about… But I got tired of that. I got tired of existing just for pleasure and sin, and I turned back to the church to guide me. But then you— You came into my life just a few days ago, and I already know that you’re what I was made for. I was made to guide you, to help you… I’m not supposed to be here like this, but I can pray for forgiveness for this one night.” 

“I’ve never believed in this sort of stuff,” you admitted. “But maybe, with your guidance, I can find a way to come back home.” 

“I’d do anything for you,” Jamie said. “Now, little lamb, I need to be inside you.” 

“Need you too,” you mumbled, and you finally resolved yourself to open his pants. You undid his belt and tugged it out of the loops, and your fingers shakily went for the button and zipper, pulling it down. “Jamie, I’m a little nervous.” 

“That’s okay,” Jamie said. “That makes me feel better, I’m terrified. But I need you more than I’m scared of you.” 

“Me too,” you told him. You took a deep breath and reached your hand down into his trousers, and your hand was quickly filled by his hard cock. He felt thick and heavy and hot, and you pulled him from out of his pants to get a proper look at him. His cock was flushed red, uncut, with a bead of creamy pre-cum already leaking from his tip. “Oh, wow.” 

“Like what you see?” Jamie chuckled. “It’s been a while since I’ve had a girl all mooney-eyed over my cock. I almost missed it.” 

“It looks really…” you started. “Umm… Big. Will it fit?” 

Jamie laughed, his big smile on display for you. “Will it fit?” he repeated. “Of course it will. I’ll make it.” 

Your skin prickled at his words, and his hands moved from your ass to your front, nudging your panties aside with his slender fingers. His rough fingertips slipped against your skin, feeling you and the little bit of wetness that you had leaking from you. You had been wet ever since Jamie had first kissed you, and Jamie leaned up and gave you another quick kiss as his fingers danced at your cunt. “Are you ready, little lamb?” Jamie asked, and you nodded quickly before he sank one, long finger inside you. 

You gasped, grabbing hard at his shoulders to keep yourself upright, and Jamie leaned in and kissed at your neck as his finger stroked you from the inside. “Jamie!” you squealed, and he grinned into your neck. 

“Does that feel good, little lamb?” he whispered, and you nodded, digging your nails into his skin. “Good, good girl. Make it hurt, baby.” 

“Jamie,” you groaned as he withdrew from you for a moment before pushing back in, fucking you slowly on his finger. “Want more, God.” 

Jamie continued to kiss your neck as he pushed in a second finger, the stretch of your pussy around him making you whimper in pain and pleasure. Make it hurt, he said. It certainly did, but you loved it. You looked down at yourself, and you drank in the sight of his tattooed fingers plunging deep inside you, the cross on his middle finger shining with your wet. It was so sinful, but Jamie was right; you could pray for forgiveness and God would grant it. Maybe you could even pray together. 

“Need you,” you moaned and worked your hips down onto his fingers, taking him deeper. Your body craved him in a way you had never felt before, hot and needy, and you squirmed in his arms as you tried to get more of him. 

“It’ll hurt if I fuck you now,” Jamie told you, and you kissed him deep, tasting every inch of his mouth. He grunted a bit, then tugged away from your mouth, and he pulled his fingers from you, pressing his hands to either side of your face. “Darling, I know you’re needy, such a sweet little thing you are, but I’ll fuck you when I’m ready. And I’m not ready yet.” 

You pouted and whined, and Jamie pouted back at you, mocking you. “I know, little lamb,” he said. “But I want to take my time with you and savor my sin.” 

“Savor your sin,” you scoffed. “Please, Jamie, I’m ready!”

“I like the way you say my name,” Jamie mumbled, as if he were really thinking about it, and his hands danced in your hair, pushing it back from your face. “If I put my cock in you now, you mustn't get upset at how quickly I finish… It’s been years for me.” 

“I won’t,” you said softly. “I won’t be upset with you.” 

“Alright,” Jamie agreed. “Open your legs a little wider, you’re gonna ride my cock.” 

You did as he told you, parting your thighs even more severely than before, and he grabbed tight at your hips. He guided your hips with his strong grip, his azure eyes watching your every move, and you held his shoulders tightly as he touched the burning head of his cock to your quivering hole. “You ready?” he asked, and you nodded eagerly, your belly flipping. It was really about to happen; you were really about to give your virginity to your preacher. And, God, you had never wanted anything so badly. “Put your full weight on me, don’t be afraid to.” 

“Okay,” you agreed, and Jamie continued his guidance, pulling you down further and further, his hot cock sliding between your sticky folds and into you. The first intrusion punched the breath from your lungs, and you gasped, and Jamie smiled wickedly. This man was no angel; he was a devil, maybe even the Devil, come to corrupt you and bring you into his palace of sin. You loved the hot flame in your chest, and you sealed your fate with a kiss, biting his plush bottom lip. 

“My sweet lamb,” Jamie mumbled, pulling his lips from your teeth. “Feels like heaven inside you… Fuck, this is just what I wanted.”

Without warning, Jamie bucked his hips up into you, burying himself up to his balls inside your cunt, and you gasped loudly at the sudden fullness. You had never realized how empty you felt until you were full of him, and suddenly the world seemed to snap into sharp perspective. Your life had been dull without him, not so shiny and bright; your life, you, had been empty. It wasn’t God’s love that could fix this feeling; it was Jamie’s love. Intentions be damned, you needed him. You would get on your knees and worship your lover and, knowing him, he would relish the prayers of his name and make you pray louder. 

“Jamie,” you whimpered, hanging your head and hiding in his warm neck. He smelled good, like the musk of a man and cigarettes and cologne, and your cunt throbbed around him. He was unmoving inside of you, letting you adjust to the size and feel of him, and you tugged at the blond ends of his hair. If you looked closely, really studied him, you saw that there was a hint of mousy-brown peeking from his scalp. Dyed hair; not what he seemed, a wolf in sheeps’ clothing, intent on devouring innocent little lambs. “Jamie!” 

“That’s it, little lamb,” Jamie whispered, kissing the side of your face as he grabbed hard at your ass, surely leaving bruises in his wake. “Who’s fucking you, love?” 

“You!” you sobbed. You felt tears prick at your eyes, and Jamie’s controlling ways came back, tugging you up on his cock until only the head of him remained inside you, then he pushed you back down, burying himself deep inside you once more. “Jamie, God!”

“Which one?” Jamie growled in your ear. “Me or Him?”

“You!” you cried again. “Always you! I’ll always choose you.” 

“Good girl,” Jamie told you, and his hand landed on your ass in a quick smack. It stung, but it only heightened your sinful pleasure, and you moaned as you allowed your tears to fall. “Confess your sins to your god, tell me what you’ve done.” 

“I lie,” you whimpered. “I cheat, I steal. I’ve done so bad, please forgive me.” 

“Good fuckin’ girl,” Jamie grumbled in your ear, and he bit your neck, sucking hard on the sensitive skin. You knew he was leaving his mark, dark and ugly, on your skin, but, for someone as beautiful as he was, it would be alright. Your ground your hips down onto him, feeling his cock throb inside you, and his hands fell from your hips to stretch along the top of the pew, pressing his fingernails into the polished wood. His head tilted back just so, exposing the smooth and pale column of his throat, and he moaned softly, lightly. “Just like that, love. You’ll make me cum quick like this… I’ll forgive you, darling, you’ve done no wrong in my eyes. All the best lambs are led astray at times, it takes a powerful shepard to bring them back.”

“And that’s you?” you sniffled. 

Jamie’s head whipped up, his fallen eyes snapping open, and he examined your face, the tears streaming down your cheeks and your sputtery lips. You gasped out a sob, still riding his cock, and Jamie touched his hands to your arms, pulling them around his neck. Your front pressed against his, the straps of your dress falling from your shoulders, and Jamie laid a gentle kiss on your spit-covered mouth. “That’s me, lamb,” he said. “So long as you pray to me, I’ll lead you where you should be.” 

“Jamie,” you keened into his warm hands, feeling them explore your body, up your dress and down the front of it. Even his fingers were greedy, and you balked at the touch of him to that special nerve, sending shocks down your spine. “Jamie! Oh my God, fuck!” 

“Keep saying my name,” he said. “You’re doing so well for me. When we’re done here, I’ll take you home, have you pray to me all night. Would you like that? Just you and your god, all alone, worshipping me as I worship your body?”

“Yes!” you sobbed. His cock was so deep inside you, driving you wild, and you squeezed your arms around his neck to draw him into a kiss. Now you were the greedy one, chasing him with a million kisses, and Jamie smiled his winning grin. 

“Already devoted,” he said. “You’ll never stray very far again, will you?”

“Not as long as you fuck me like this,” you told him, and his fingers continued their harsh circles on your clit. Your cunt spasmed at the feeling, your entire body unsure what to do with itself, and you could taste your oncoming orgasm. You could tell that your lover, your god, was close too, and he gnashed his teeth as he pinched your thigh, making your legs open wider. 

“I’ll fuck you better,” he said. “In bed, I’ll kiss you all over and really worship you, I’ll take my time with you. Fuck, sweet thing, I’m cumming inside, I have to.”

“Please,” you begged him. “Give it to me, please, I need it.”

“I’ll worship you all night,” Jamie whispered, controlling your body as you rode him. His hot cock was heavy as he fucked in and out, the drag of him making you feel lightheaded, and you sniffled up your tears as Jamie whispered in your ear. “You’d like that, won’t you? Just you and me…” His eyes squeezed shut, his eyebrows lifting in ecstasy, and, when he spoke next, he was breathless. “I’m cumming, lamb, I’m—”

You felt his release coat your walls, your throbbing cunt milking him for every drop, and you moaned with him, singing your holy hymn. His fingers rubbed you through his orgasm, drawing you to your own finish, and your hips stuttered as you squealed and, for the first time, came. The hot lightning prodded at your thighs and belly and the base of your spine, and you gushed around him, covering you and him with your release. Your breaths came in short gasps as you tried to control your quivering body, and Jamie held you close, matching his breathing to yours. His inked chest was slick with sweat as he pressed himself against you, and you shucked off his jacket and unbuttoned shirt to get to his bare skin. Jamie laughed at you and smoothed his hand down your hair, and he kissed your forehead. 

“Good, good,” he whispered. “Such a good girl. Come here, you’re just shaking like a little leaf.” 

Jamie’s grip was tight around you as he held you, his cock now soft inside you, but he made no move to pull out. “Not exactly immaculate,” he mumbled, and he placed a kiss below your ear. “But it’ll do.” 

“Yes,” you gasped. “Oh, God, I love you.” 

“I love you so much,” Jamie whispered. “My sweet lamb. Come home with me, please, let me worship you.” 

“Of course,” you said. “Anything for you. Only…” 

“What?” Jamie asked. "What's wrong?"

“I think my parents are waiting for me,” you mumbled. “I told them that you were wanting to speak with me and nothing more.” 

“Hmm,” Jamie huffed quickly. “What a talk, huh?”

You giggled, and Jamie helped you up, your legs shaking as you stood. He fell from inside you, his soft cock just as beautiful as him hard, and you both busied yourself with fixing yourselves back into a presentable state. Jamie replaced his wide-brimmed hat to hide his messy hair, but there was no hiding what he had done to you. Bites on your neck, marks on your skin, bruises on your thighs. If this was what worship with him was like, it might be worth it to invest in a good painkiller. 

“Jamie?” you said softly, touching your tender neck, and he stood to his full height, examining you. He tsk-ed his tongue a few times as his fingers touched your neck as well, and he reached for your abandoned sweater, helping you pull it on.

“It won’t hide them,” Jamie started. “But it’ll do.” His shirt was unbuttoned halfway down his chest, the solid black heart on his chest visible through the gap, and you smiled at the thought of him. Your handsome man, your God, your inked and pierced and tatted rock-and-roll God. “I don’t mean to scare you with this, lamb, but if you think that this life would suit you, we could… Well, let’s say that you might not be leaving on Friday.” 

“No?” you asked. “I’d be staying here with you, I suppose?” 

“Only if you’d like,” Jamie said quickly. “If you want, you can go back to your life in the big city and forget about this small town, it’s what I would do.” 

“But what if I don’t want that?” you asked. “What if I want to be… I don’t know, your muse? Your Mother Mary? What is a simple girl to a god?”

“You can be whatever you wish to be,” Jamie told you. “I’d marry you right now, in fact, to keep you. But I guess we should probably try to at least act like we’re courting like a normal couple instead of getting married within three days of knowing each other.”

“But couples back then used to do that all the time,” you said quickly. The thought of marriage excited you, wearing his ring and carrying his name and maybe even his child; it was all so invigorating. “My grandfather proposed to my grandmother after a week of meeting her.” 

“A week does not three days make, little lamb,” Jamie chuckled. “How about this? We’re together, using whatever title you’d like and makes you comfortable, and, after enough time, we can tell the church that we’re getting married.” 

“How much time is that?” you asked. 

“Enough time for those hickies to fade, at least,” Jamie said, pressing his thumb to one of the marks on your neck. “Does that sound nice?” 

“Yes,” you said. “It does.” 

Jamie walked you to the front door of the church and he opened the door for you. You saw your parents’ car idling in the small lot, all alone, but, before you could say anything, Jamie pressed his palm to your cheek and kissed you gently. Only his lips pressed to yours, no snaking tongue or wandering hands, and you gasped gently. “Jamie, my parents can see—“

“This was our first kiss,” he told you quickly. “We spoke about how you wished to be closer to God, and I asked you to dinner, and I couldn’t control my urges and kissed you. Now, I’ll make a face and turn away, regretting what I’ve done.” 

“What an actor I’ve got,” you giggled, and Jamie smiled against your mouth. The kiss finally broke, and Jamie smoothed down his jacket on his body as he assumed the anxious energy of a man who wasn’t sure of his actions. “When will I see you next?” you asked. 

“Tonight,” Jamie said. “For dinner. I’ll pick you up at your house.”

“Alright,” you said. “Umm… Goodbye, my God.” 

“Goodbye, my lamb,” Jamie said, and you felt his steely blue gaze on you as you turned and made quick time to your car, sliding into the backseat. 

“So,” your mother said slowly as you slammed the car door shut. “You and Father James…” 

“He said he could see me struggling with my faith,” you lied quickly, your neck burning with the marks he gave you. If you craned your head and looked at yourself in the rearview mirror, you could even see the red patches that would bloom to purple overnight. “And he helped me pray.” 

“And what else?” 

You swallowed thickly. “He asked me to dinner,” you said carefully. 

“Did he?” your mother asked smoothly. “Anything other than that kiss?”

“I-I didn’t ask for him to,” you said quickly. “He just… Did. And he apologized for it.” 

“Are you still going to dinner with him?” your mother asked, and you nodded quickly. “Be careful. Father James might be a holy man, but he’s still just a man. I just don’t want you to get hurt.” 

“I won’t get hurt,” you said. “Not so long as I have him by my side.”

[bebx]

When Art the Clown lights Vecna up

I think it’d be an epic battle if they met, actually

[ransprang]

thank you @qlassicc for supporting our kofi <3 here is the last boi!! we hope you liked all the hcs!! we love your taste in men it's so wild, you go girl

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Stranger things - Henry creel - SFW HCs

Whenever you try to be affectionate with Henry or try to spoil him he’d be confused. He’s not used to being attended to. It feels foreign to him, but it will take him some time to get used to.

He hates all of humanity, so you don’t need to worry about him cheating or being disloyal. It’s just you and him in the Upside Down <3

Your emotional side is not a challenge for him at all. With his telepathic powers he reads your mind whenever he wants to and is easily able to tell what is wrong. 

If someone hits on him or checks him out and you tell him, he will instantly use his telekinesis to torture them.

He’s totally ok with you getting heads for him, even if you just do it for fun. If you choose to be a serial killer with him you guys would be such a power couple :3

To mess with Mike and the gang you would use your cosplay skills to make yourself and Henry look like Vecna and the mindflayer for Halloween. 

He is very thankful for your devotion and likes to ask you for cuddles, maybe even your sweaters. As he hates being cold, he gets so happy when you are clingy with him allowing him to simply roll up with you and forget his woes.

Growing up Henry was a sensitive boy, and was very attuned to other people’s emotions. He would notice your little mood swings and telekinesis little snacks or presents for you, if he thought you were feeling down.

Henry gets super careful when you're hugging him and fall asleep on his shoulder. He will make sure to stay extra still, he wouldn't want to wake you up knowing how much of yourself you give to him.

Henry knows he speaks in an unusual tone most of the time, but he knows for sure that one of your 100 personalities will hear him, understand him. He trusts you.

your strange girlies,

admins sar, san & sav

[agirlwholovesrockstars]

𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑 𝖇𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖓𝖊𝖜 | by : 𝓐𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓪

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞 : you flee from your kingdom after you found out about the secret agenda from your groom to be, you got into an accident in the forbidden place, who would risk to save you when its against from your world to interact with the other side?

𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 : 18+ Knight!Eddie Munson x FEM!Princess Reader, language, reader and Eddie are both (21), amnesia, vi0lence, murder, arrange marriage, bl00d (not gore), the story is set in 17th century

𝕻𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 : Knight!Eddie Munson x FEM!Princess Reader

𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝕰𝖝𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖙 : MDNI‼️angst, fluff, eventual smut, upside down exists in this story, dark fantasy, action, romance

𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊 𝕿𝖔 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 : I missed making series and I've been wanting to make this for such a long time and I hope you'll enjoy it and love it :))

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊 : if you listen at the song down below, you will understand more of what I'm trying to do with this series!

REBLOGS ARE DEEPLY AND HIGHLY APPRECIATED! 🥺🫶🏻✨

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(*EACH PART HAS THEIR OWN DETAILED WARNING, PLEASE READ THEM FIRST BEFORE CONTINUING!*)

𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕦𝕖

✦ 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓞𝓷𝓮 : o𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍

✦ 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓣𝔀𝓸 : 𝙱𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗

✦ 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮 : 𝚃𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗

✦ 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓕𝓸𝓾𝓻 : 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎

✦ 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓕𝓲𝓿𝓮 : 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜, 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎

✦ 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓢𝓲𝔁 : 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚖 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍

✦ 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓢𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷 : 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚎?

𝕖𝕡𝕚𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕦𝕖 (✎ still in progress)

[lacy1986]

YES WE NEED MORE JAMIE FICS

There isn’t enough Jamie Bower smut in the world. LETS WRITE SOME!

[mikqls0n]

Jealousy || Jamie bower x wife!reader

Summary: Jamie wanted to make you jealous but it didnt go like planed

Warnings: smut,jealousy (obviously), use of y/n, its longa asf😭

Extras: I made this with the amazing @jamiebowersslvt 🫶!

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Jamie loved to make you jealous and you both knew it. Though it would always end up with a fight, you both would just talk at the end. Everything would be over and you went on with your life, but he would never stop.

Today you and Jamie were going to Sam's birthday party as he just turned 18. He wanted to celebrate it with a big party with him, his friends, and of course, his brother and sister-in-law.

“Are you ready, love?” You heard Jamie yelling from downstairs, as you were still in the bathroom fixing your hair a little.

“Yeah wait one second!” You walked downstairs in a not-too-long but also not-too-short black dress while Jamie wore a matching black suit.

“You look stunning”

Jamie said as he kissed you.

“Hmm, you look amazing too”

———

“Jamie, Y/N! You made it” he hugged Jamie, then you.

“Happy birthday Sam,” You said as you three entered his house, stepping into his garden where everyone else already was.

“Ok, so there’s still a few people that are missing but they should be here soon! So maybe grab a drink or something? There's also a bar over there and I’ll see you both later!” Sam patted his older brother on the back and disappeared. Jamie didn’t waste any time before grabbing your hand, softly pulling you with him towards the bar.

“Uh, I’ll take a coke, please. What would you like, darling?”

“I’ll just take some water. Thank you.” You smiled.

———

After you both got your drink, you sat down on a bench waiting for all the others to finally start the party.

“Hey, can you hold my drink for me, love? I’m just gonna go to the bathroom,” you said as Jamie nodded and you handed him your drink.

After you came back you saw Jamie talking to a girl, laughing and smiling.

You went over to them and grabbed your drink again.

“Hey what’s going on? Who is this?” You asked and Jamie turned to you.

“Oh yeah, Y/N meet Lila, she recently just moved here and is friends with Sam. Lila meet my wife.” Her face immediately dropped when Jamie introduced you as his wife. She was very clearly interested in Jamie.

“Oh, you’re his wife. I thought you were old friends or something. I didn't see a ring on your finger?” She smiled, which you returned with a fake one.

“Yeah, we actually don’t wear them in public because they were really expensive, Would be sad to lose them.”

“Yeah, uhm okay anyways! I’ll be with Sam so if you need something or someone you know where to find me” and winked at Jamie before going Sam's way.

———

After the party was over you and Jamie sat in the car again, which was silent.

“Everything alright, my love?” Jamie asked, to which you didn’t respond.

This goes from the moment you stepped into the car. Jamie just decided to give in and just ask you at home again.

———

After Jamie opened the front door, you immediately went down the hallway, leading to your bedroom. Jamie stopped you, grabbing your arm, and turned you around.

“Why the hell are you ignoring me? Did I do something?” Jamie asked with a confused look.

“I don’t know, did you?” You snapped back.

“Is it because of Lila? We were just talking while Sam was gone for a little”

“Yeah okay. She was definitely flirting with you and you didn’t do anything! You just let her” Your jealousy was now clearly visible.

“You know I’m yours. I would never go for anybody else and you know that!” Jamie said with a chuckle in his voice as his hands flew to your waist,pulling you in for a hug.

“How should I know?” You said.

“Do anything you want to me, so you know I’m only yours.” You raised an eyebrow and put your arms around his neck.

“Anything you say?” You smirked.

“Anything." He whispered straight into your ear. Sending a shiver down your spine.

You smirked and grabbed him with full force, dragging him to your room and slamming him to the door, making him wince. Lips immediately connected as Jamie tries to slip his tongue in, denied. He bit down on your bottom lip with full force. Making you gasp as he slipped his tongue in your mouth. Kissing with tongue for a while, you break the kiss. Walking over to the bed and sitting on the edge.

“Come here.” You obey. “Get on Your fucking knees.” You look him dead in the eyes. He chuckles for a second before realizing you were serious.

“You’ve gotta be joking Y/N …if you think I’m getting on my knees your fucking crazy.” He spat.

“Then I guess I’ve gone mad.” You say sharply before ripping his belt off of his waist and tying it around his wrists, forcing them behind his back. “Get on the ground and eat me out. Since you want to act like a bitch, I’ll treat you like one.”

“Jesus fucking christ Y/N. I love it when you talk to me like that it’s so-“ you placed a clean slap on his face and he let out a whimper.

“Silent.” He rolled his eyes and began to take your underwear off with his teeth. Not gonna lie, the sight of that almost made you cum by itself. He started with a small lick to your clit, making you groan before he took the nerve in his mouth and began sucking, hard. Letting out a moan your hand went to his hair. “God baby the things you do to me” you half whispered. He dipped his tongue into your cunt and your eyes went back. Whining against you he sent vibrations down your body.

“holy sh-shit Jamie!” You Moaned out. As he continued to eat you out he pulled away for a second.

“Can I use my hands..? Please?” He cocked his head to the side as he begged

“Yeah. Yeah use your hands.” You sat up and undid the belt around his wrists. He placed a soft kiss to your clit before sliding two fingers into you with no warning. His other hand on your hip. You were almost ashamed at the moan you let out, it was so loud that it echoed throughout the house. “Fucking hell Jamie!” You flopped down on the bed as he continued his actions. Your hand tugging on his hair as you came on his face and fingers. Jamie groaned as he licked his fingers clean and put a kiss on your lips, you wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. You moan at the taste of yourself on his tongue. He climbs on top of you while your lips are still connected. moving down your jaw, then your neck, then your boobs, then your stomach, and back up to your lips. He slid his knee onto your bare pussy, sliding it up and down against your wetness.

“No.” You speak into his ear as you flip him under you. You bit his neck, hard. Making him whine. Your hands fly to his dress shirt “take this off.” You kissed down his body to this fly, pulling the zipper down. Your index finger traced the waistband of his pants as you teased the man below you, finally pulling them down along with his boxers. He hissed as the cold air hit him and you placed a long lick up the underside of his rock hard dick, followed by a kiss to the tip. His hand came down to your beautiful hair, stroking it softly.

“Please..Y/N. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I won’t do it ever again. I want you. Only you please baby.” If you weren’t such a slut for this man you would have laughed at his desperation but every muscle in this man’s body turned you on. The way his hair flowed on his face, the curves on his hips, the faint bruises on his collarbone, he was literally fucking perfect.

After a little more teasing u finally gave him and took him slowly into your mouth, inch by inch until you felt the tip of his cock on the back of your throat which made Jamie grabbed the sheets from the pleasure you were giving him.

You looked up to him as you slowly licked the side of his cock which was far down your throat.

Jamie thought your actions were a little too slow, so he grabbed your hair again with his right hand as he bucked his hips, forcing his cock further down you throat as you fought against your gag reflex.

Jamie had now the control of you as he fucked you throat by thrusting his cock in and out of your throat with his hand, mixed with his thrusts by his hips.

His loud moans were like music to your ears- also knowing how much he enjoyed himself as he fucked you throat.

“So good- fuck… taking me so well like always..”he praised you as he thrusted hard into your throat.

“Hmm- love i’m gonna cum-..” he couldn’t finish his sentence as his cum spilled out of him down you throat as you swallowed everything that came out of him.

He smirked as he looked down at the sight of you swallowing his cum.his hand was still buried in your hair as he still weakly thrusted his cock a few times down your throat while he orgasmed.

“Hmm such a good girl, letting me fuck your throat like this-mhm..” his eyes rolled back and his head fell back onto the bed as you looked up at your moaning husband.

After he finished his release you got on top of him again as he’s still laying on his back.

Since you both had your underwear off you could feel Jamie getting hard again,against your left thigh but ur were busy taking off ur shirt which left you both completely naked as Jamie’s hands were slowly sliding down from your breast to ur hips.

“Fuck…”he mumbled under his breath as you brace yourself with one hand on Jamie’s shoulder and with the other one, you took his cock in your Hand as you lift your hips a little,lining his cock to your entrance before you sink down on him as you both left out a loud moan while you slowly adjusted his size.

When you felt ready you,at first rocked your hips a bit forward and backwards before you felt Jamie roughly grabbing your hips tightly as he thrusted up to you as you felt him going deeper inside you as you started to bounce on his cock creating a rhythm as Jamie also thrusted into you ever now and then.

Your eyes closed as your hand was still on Jamie’s shoulder giving you balance as Jamie scanned your face before he also shut his eyes close feeling the same pleasure as you do.

You felt yourself getting closer to your high as you felt Jamie hitting all different spots inside you whenever your hips met, making you clench around him.

“Are You close?” Jamie asked between his moans as you nod your head- impossible to speak as the only thing coming out of your mouth was loud moans that were to jamie also music to his ears.

The skin clapping and the loud moans- you wouldn’t wonder if the neighbourhood would hear you, but you two couldn’t care less right now as the only thing on your mind was how good this felt.

“Fuck.. jamie i’m close…” you were sure you were squeezing the hell out of jamie’s cock but it felt so good neither you or Jamie cared.

“Hold it for me darling, please- hmm… gonna come inside you okay? I’m close too..” you nod as you felt yourself reaching your high as you came around Jamie’s cock, and right after you felt his cum also spilling inside you, filling you up as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm.

“Fuck you’re Doing so good for me, my good girl..” he praises you as he stopped filling you up. You sat up a little more straight- his cock still inside you.

When u slowly calmed down Jamie unexpectedly grabbed your hips again flipping you over as he hovers over you causing his cock to slip out of you before he connected your lips again.

His kisses went down from your lips to your neck as he grabbed one of your leg, wrapping it around his waist and he roughly thrusted into you again with no warning which made you let out screaming his name.

“Yes scream my name like the good little slut you are for me, let everyone know who’s fucking you so good…” he mumbled between kisses against your neck as you wrapped your other leg also around his waist, pulling him impossible closer to you.

His thrust become faster and harder as everything you could do is moaning in Jamie’s ear as he’s literally destroying you from the inside.

“Please…” tears begin falling down your checks as you hold onto Jamie’s back as if your life would depend on it.

“Please what? Huh… don’t cry baby..” Jamie wiped away the tears with his tumb as his lips met yours again.

“Please- more…” it was almost impossible to speak as the pleasure begin to become a little to much as you still needed more.

Jamie moved his free hand down to your clit as he drew circles on your clit with his middle finger- adding the pleasure to you.

The moans that were coming out of your mouth became louder, when you buck your hips as Jamie thrusted into you. skin clapping and the sound of yours and Jamie’s moans were the only thing audibly in the room right now.

You clench around him as you feel his movements slowing down a little.

“Keep doing that and I’ll be cuming the same second I swear to god y/n..”

Your couldn’t help but clench around him again as you suddenly feel him filling you up again as jamie’s movements stopped completely and he holds you close, his head in your neck,leaving sloppy kisses on it as he feels you cum on him too a few moments later.

He thrusted into you a couple times more before slowly pulling out of you but be still in the same position on top of you.

He kisses you as his kisses went down to between your breasts and then to your pussy as he pushed his tongue inside you to which you couldn’t help but moan at the sight when you looked down.

After he pushed his tongue in and out of your wet pussy for a while, he licked you clean, tasting your cum on his tongue before going back on top of you, letting you taste yourself as you lips connected.

Jamie let himself fall beside you on the bed as he pulls you into his arms, covering the both of you with a blanket.

“You should get some rest love, we have a big day tomorrow, i love you” he whispered as he sees your eyes slowly shut.

“I love you…” you said before you fell asleep.

[jennay]

Bad Day

Jamie Bower x reader

Request: I’m not sure if you’re still going to write about Jamie, but I’d like to see how the reader helps Jamie through a bad day. Or vice versa.

An: I hope this is what you were looking for 💜

Words: 1500ish

Warnings: None

Master List

You could always tell when Jamie had a bad day. His usual smile faded into a grimace, his familiar loud laughter was silenced, and he withdrew into himself.

You found him on the deck, sitting on a chair with his feet kicked up on the short table. His sunglasses hid his eyes.

You noticed his long-sleeved button-up shirt hanging off his chair, leaving him in his white undershirt. He must have been sweating in the summer heat but didn't seem to care.

"You ok?" You ask as you plop down on the chair beside him. You rest your hand on his back to comfort him.

He shook his head slightly, barely acknowledging your presence. He seemed lost in his own world.

"Hey, talk to me." You say softly, reaching out to touch his arm.

Jamie flinches and pulls away, biting his bottom lip nervously. "I've just had a bad day, darling." He mumbles, avoiding your eyes.

You sigh, moving closer to him, trying to bridge the gap. You tilt your head and look at him with concern. "Wanna talk about it?" You ask gently.

He hesitates, slowly removing his sunglasses and clips them to his shirt. His eyes aren't shining like they usually do.

Instead, you can see a tint of red shading the whites of his eyes. You'd seen Jamie cry before, but it was a rare occasion. He always found some optimism to keep his mind cluttered with happy thoughts.

He closes his eyes and leans back, letting out a long breath. "I'm just feeling a bit overwhelmed. It's nothing to worry about." You can hear the ting of pain in his voice.

You don't push him to talk; you know it's not the best way to help him. You wait patiently, trusting that he will open up when ready. "I have an idea." You say, breaking the silence. "Let's go take the pups for a walk." You suggest, hoping to cheer him up.

Jamie smiles faintly, appreciating your gesture. He opens his eyes and nods, getting up from his seat. "Good idea." He agrees, reaching for your hand.

You follow him back into your house, grabbing the leashes from the hook by the door. "Should we drive somewhere, or should we take them around the block?" You ask, looking at him expectantly.

Jamie clips the leash on the black lab, who is wagging his tail excitedly. You're thankful he took hold of Ash. You loved the dog, but he was a little wilder than your white and brown Frenchie, whom you named Charlie.

Charlie sits patiently by your feet, waiting for you to attach his leash.

"I think we should go down to the lake. Get these dogs exhausted." He grins widely, his blue eyes shining as he cracks a joke. "You could use some sun. You're getting a bit pale, love." He teases, poking your cheek.

You roll your eyes and smile, feeling a blush creep up. "Not everyone was blessed with perfect skin, Jamie." You retort, clipping Charlie's leash and standing up.

He laughs and wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you close. "You're perfect to me, darling." He whispers in your ear, making you shiver.

He kisses your cheek and then lets go, heading for the door. "Come on, let's go have some fun." He says, opening the door and letting the dogs out.

"I love you." You gush as you walk down the driveway and to Jamie's SUV. He opens the trunk, letting the dogs jump in, but bursts into laughter when he sees Charlie's stubby legs struggling to jump.

He bends down and picks up the small dog, "It's ok, buddy, I'll help you." Jamie kisses the top of the dog's head and puts him next to Ash. "Be good." He says, pointing at Ash. "And don't eat Charlie." He adds, making you laugh.

You giggle while getting into the car, and Jamie does the same. He starts the car and pulls out of the driveway. His free hand lands on your thigh, and you don't hesitate to lace your fingers with his.

"You know, I love you too." He says, looking at you with a smile. "But I love Charlie the most." He jokes, making you gasp.

"How dare you!" You exclaim, pretending to be offended. "Charlie is my baby, not yours!" You argue, squeezing his hand.

He chuckles and kisses your hand, then looks at the road. "Fine, fine. You can have Charlie. But I get Ash." He says as if he's making a fair deal.

You shake your head and smile, feeling happy and playful. "Deal."

When you arrive at the lake, you hardly wait for the car to stop before you open the door. You jump out and head to the back of the SUV to get the dogs out. Jamie urges you to wait, worried that Ash will tackle you again. You know he's right, but you're too excited to care. You open the trunk and let the dogs out, who immediately run towards the water. You follow them, laughing as they splash and play.

Jamie joins you, grabbing a frisbee from the car. He throws it into the air, and Ash leaps to catch it. Charlie tries to chase him, but he's too slow and clumsy. He barks and whines, wanting to join the fun.

You pick him up and cuddle him, kissing his nose. "Don't worry, Charlie. You're the goodest boy." You whisper, making him wag his tail.

When your eyes meet Jamie’s gaze, you nearly melt. He looks so happy and relaxed, and you are thankful for the change in his mood. You put Charlie down and run towards Jamie, wrapping your arms around his neck. He hugs you back, lifts you off the ground, and spins you around, making you giggle. He peppers kisses all over your face, and you melt in his arms.

“That was adorable.”

You gently grab his hand, lacing his fingers with yours and guiding him to sit with you on a bench while the dogs chase each other around. "Thank you for this." He quietly says. "I feel better." He admits, leaning back and putting his arm around your shoulders. "You always know what to do."

You lean your head on his chest, admiring the view of the lake. The water is calm and clear, reflecting the blue sky and the white clouds. The sun shines brightly, warming your skin and making the lake sparkle. You see some ducks and geese swimming in the distance, creating ripples on the surface. The shore is lined with green grass and colorful flowers, adding a touch of nature to the scene. You hear barking and splashing from the dogs, who are blasting in the water.

Jamie breaks the silence, speaking softly. "I was feeling stuck." He admits. "I was feeling like it didn't matter how hard I tried. I like staying busy, and lately, everything's at a standstill. I got trapped in my mind." He says, looking away. "And then I started wondering why you stay with me. I'm a chaotic mess, and I'm gone all the time. I feel that I don't give you the attention you deserve."

You lightly sigh, placing your hand on his chest next to your face. "You've done so much in these last two years. You should be proud of yourself." You say softly, tilting your head up and kissing his jaw lightly. "You pay enough attention to me, and when you have to go, it makes it much more special when you come back."

He turns and meets your eyes, searching for any sign of doubt or resentment. He sees none, only care and sincerity. He feels grateful for you, the one who always supports and understands him.

He wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. He pulls back and rests his forehead against yours, holding your gaze. "Thank you for being with me." He says sincerely, making your heart melt. "And thank you for loving me."

You wrap your arm around his waist, holding him tight. He strokes your hair gently.

“No matter what your brain tells you, I need you to know you're worth the world. You'll always be perfect to me."

You stay cuddled like that for a while, enjoying each other’s presence and warmth. You don’t need many words to express your love because you can feel it in every touch and every breath. He’s your everything, and you’re his. Nothing can or will ever change that.

Tags: @wonnou

[maladaptive-jcb]

Chapter 3: A Taste of Intrigue

Jamie x female!reader fanfic

(fluff, safe for under 18)

Click here for chapter 2 if you missed it.

Summary: Reader is an independent artist who lives on her own in a small town and meets Jamie, a musician, in an art studio where their budding relationship formed through shared interests of different forms of art.

Warning: There will be talks about trauma and PTSD from domestic abuse and dissociative episodes throughout the story.

“Shit, Jamie. This is a fancy place I thought it was just a small restaurant! I am not dressed for this!” I nervously adjust my denim jacket covering my casual white dress that has a little paint stain on it.

There's no way he actually brought me here. I've heard people talk amazing things about this place. Heck, celebrities were seen dining in this very restaurant. Even with the place blasted with air-conditioner, I still feel beads of sweat forming on my back and my palms where I'm discreetly trying to wipe off on my dress. I'm sure no one is looking at me but I can't help but to telepathically apologize to everyone for the way I look. I promise I can look better than this. I'm so sorry everyone, please give me a chance. Yet, everyone just keeps eating and talking to each other mindlessly.

“Stop it. You’re beautiful,” he touches my shoulder to reassure me. His fingers graze on my hand as he lowers his and sends my feet frozen in place. “You always are.”

Before I could say anything, he's already making his way to talk to the hostess. “Jamie Bower reservation, table for two?”

“Yes, sir. Right this way,” the beautiful hostess ushers us to the table, admiring the man in front of her. He really has a certain allure that draws people's attention. Whether it's the way he's dressed, his charisma or confidence, I can't quite figure it out. Either way, the hostess' admiration is evident to them and it only draws my interest of the man behind that dazzling smile.

As we settle into our seats at the table, my mind buzzes with curiosity. Lots of questions are running through my head. He has a fancy car, great fashion sense, and now he's interested in a small town and a simple painting class. Why would someone like him even bothered to join something like that?

“Jamie, can I… can I ask you something?” I lean in to whisper.

His face turns serious, “What is it?”

“Are you… are you… rich?” I whisper in a hushed tone.

He starts laughing and clutching his chest. “No, darling I’m not. My parents are though. I'm just lucky enough to get to treat a friend tonight.”

I laugh in ease. “Well, how sweet of you. Alright, next time you’re paying for my coffee instead.”

“No, I’m paying for dinner,” as he grabs his menu to his chest and gives that sickeningly sweet grin again.

"Well, if you insist," I return the smile to him.

Everything feels so much more at ease with our playful banter. Jamie really has a way of lightening up the mood. However, a sudden realization dawns upon me.

That cliché notion of a man paying for dinner makes me wonder if there's a romantic interest behind it. Although, Adrian did pay for our dinner one time after closing the bookstore and it was definitely not a date. I find myself overanalyzing the situation and questioning Jamie's intention behind this. Should I assume it's a date? What if I'm misinterpreting everything? I mean, would it be so bad if it is?

Before letting the excitement bubbling up to my chest, I shut it down immediately. I shouldn't get ahead of myself.

I face towards him again. He's tapping his fingers on his chin now, scanning the menu and still trying to decide what to get. He doesn't seem to notice my train of thoughts.

“Thanks for bringing me here. I didn’t expect our random café meet up would bring me to this place. It’s nice," breaking our moment of silence. I'm still finding myself looking around the beautiful restaurant once again. It has an overlooking view of the radiant sunset in the ocean.

“My pleasure,” his hand closer to mine on the table. His long slender fingers brush against mine. Every little touch from him sends an electric shock down my spine.

“You know, you were about to leave immediately. I was trying to find a way to make you stay,” he slowly sips on the wine poured for us. “I could really use a friend and I'd love to get to know you more," he adds on.

Friend. The word flutters in my chest as I wonder if it's just a friendly gesture or there's more to it beneath the surface. I quickly shake the thoughts away and casually pulls my hand to fix my hair and hoping he doesn't notice my nervous gesture.

The waiter finally comes to take our orders. My appetite goes for the ravioli while Jamie goes for the Chicken Parmigiana. Jamie raises his eyebrows excitingly at me while his hand rubbing on his stomach. I let out a small giggle.

"You know, I've heard so much about this restaurant. I've always wanted to try this place," I say, feeling more at ease as we continue our lighthearted banter.

"Oh, you're in for a treat," Jamie replies, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

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“Okay, come here you need to try this,” he gets some of his chicken to his fork and lifts it up towards me.

“No, Jamie. Don’t be silly,” I shake my head and laughs at his demeanor.

“Ah, ah- I’m not gonna stop until you try it. Come on.” He’s still trying to get me to open my mouth.

“Jamie, I don’t think-“

“Oh come on, y/n. Come on, come on, come on-“ he pleads, lips pouting now.

“Alright! Alright! You silly bean,” I take a bite immediately. He smiles in triumph and waits for a reaction.

My eyes widen. He's right. It is good.

“Uh huh. What did I tell you??” his hand gesturing himself knowing he’s right.

“Woah, what did they put in this food??” I swallow after the burst of different flavors in my taste buds.

“I’m telling you! You need to trust me more a little, y/n.” His fork now playfully swinging at me.

The playful banter continues, but beneath the surface, curiosity still creeps into my head. Can I trust him? It's true that we spend time together in class and have shared some connections, but there's a part of him that remains a mystery.

In class, Jamie is often quiet and reserved. Yet, in our interactions outside of class, he's charming, attentive, and full of life. I can't help but wonder which version of him is the real one.

“What, you’re not gonna let me taste yours too?”

I jump a little.

“My…” and I notice his glances shifted from my eyes and towards my plate.

“MY FOOD,” I exclaim a little too loud. “Here if you want it soooo bad,” I tease him and pushes my plate a little closer to him. Jamie’s eyebrows furrow and squints at me.

“Not like that, darling.” He closes his eyes and opens his mouth.

I can feel my cheeks are getting warm again. A little grateful that his eyes are closed as my blood are rushing quickly towards my face. I pick up some of my ravioli on the fork on one hand and another under his chin to avoid making a mess.

“Oh yes, that’s amazing." His face making an exaggerated satisfied look. "Tastes about the same as the first five times I’ve had it here,” he adds, trying to contain his laughter this time.

“For goodness sake, Jamie!!!” my hand on my forehead now, covering myself in embarrassment.

He finally lets out a laugh. “Aw come on, y/n. You know I can’t help myself," he pulls my arm away from my face gently. His fingers feel warm on my bare skin under the cold air of the restaurant.

We spend the rest of the dinner sharing more stuff about each other. Jamie eventually opens up about the passion that he has in music. He looks so animated and full of joy from talking about songwriting, singing, playing the guitar to playing the piano. He even talks about a few music he puts out with his old band which was basically his younger brother, Sam and a few other friends.

"I'd love for you to listen to my stuff whenever you get the chance to," still talking in excitement. I nod in agreement.

He reels me in even deeper into who he is. Jamie's artistic heart runs deep, and it's not limited to just painting. His passion for music is evident in the way his face lights up and his whole demeanor changes when he describes it. It's like a different side of him emerges, in a good way. As much as he likes painting, he still feels like he has to constantly work to be good whereas with music, Jamie seems to have a natural talent that comes effortlessly.

He's not just a quiet guy that I thought I knew. He's so multifaceted with depths that I'm only starting to discover and I'm excited for it.

After we continue the night with more funny stories from class, we finally realize how late it is. Time really does fly when you're having a good time.

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Chapter 4

Woo! You're finally getting to know Jamie a little better after wondering about him for a while. How will the dinner end for you guys? Can this friendship turn into something more or is one of you guys still aren't ready for that? What do you think? Let me know :)

[lacy1986]

SO CUTE!!!

ok ok listen i just NEED to read something like that and if you're okay with writing this, PLEASE DO IT!!! I was listening to "Strawberries and Cigarettes" by Troye Sivan and I'm just- 😫😫

Reader and Jamie are smoking cigarettes on their balcony in the middle of the night and later she takes her favorite strawberry chewing gum and she asks Jamie if he wants one too and then they kiss and it's just xhsjjsjdk OR if you have other scenario you can write it different ofc<33

Have a lovely day or nightt my dear xo

aww you too love !! I'd love to write this for you :)

My Strawberry .

pairing: Jamie Bower x Fem!Reader

summary; in the request!! Jamie and Reader smoke cigarettes together on the balcony while it's raining, and he soon after gives her some chocolate covered strawberries :)

warnings; smoking !

a/n; I had an idea for a fic similar to this awhile ago, but I never got the chance to write it, when i first listened to this song, i thought i wouldnt like it but i actually love it, it reminds me of summer love . ♡ (year is 2015 in this fic !)

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The weather outside looked gorgeous. You always had a special kind of love for early summer rain, there was just something different about that made you happy, it reminded you of the love you had held in your heart for your lover.

Your 2 year anniversary was going to be coming up soon, and you couldn't be happier about it. You'd spent the day just reading in the livingroom with the sound of the rain tapping on the sliding glass door that lead out to the small balcony that came with your apartment.

You remember when you and Jamie had first moved into the apartment you now lived in.

"Wow.. This is pretty big huh?" Jamie's voice echoed throughout the hollow apartment.

"Yeah! and it's pretty empty aswell, 'huh?'" You replied, examining the kitchen whilst your boyfriend was in the bedroom.

"It'll come to life soon, we just have to add a few touches is all." You giggled to yourself as you then looked at the huge empty space that would be claimed and decorated as your livingroom.

The walls were white like freshly fallen snow, and the floorboards were a soft brown color, like the color of milk chocolate.

You soon joined Jamie inside the bedroom, wrapping his arm around your waist, he kissed you softly as you felt your cheeks hue pink when the both of you pulled away, and saw him smile at you.

you'd been living here together for about a year now, and it had the special mixes of both of you, like how there was a tapestry hung above the TV in the bedroom that the two of you shared.

And Jamie had shelves of his little gothic nick nacks like small skulls fans had gifted him or little trinkets of Jace, like rings, or a rune tattoo Lazer, it was fake, but it did light up, though the both of you were pretty sure it was just a cat Lazer.

And there was always the lingering smell of cigarettes and apple blossoms inside your apartment, the apple blossom part came from you, you used the scent as your shampoo and conditioner, and even had an apple and vanilla perfume. You didn't favorite apples though, the products just smelt nice. Your favorite fruit was really strawberries.

It was a calm day inside the apartment, you'd often think of what to do for dinner for you and your boyfriend, sometimes you'd get off topic and think about whether or not you'd both get married one day, or just silly little imaginary things that only young children thought about, atleast that's what you had told yourself.

You lifted your head from out of your book that you drowned yourself in the pages of. Having read about 15 chapters in just one day, normally the amount was about 3 or 4, sometimes 5.

The silhouette of a person out at the balcony caught your attention, you placed the small index bookmark in your page and placed it down next to it as you stood up and slid your body into the outside where Mother Nature softly cried down onto everyone, Jamie was having trouble lighting his cigarette, and you smiled.

He looked over at you, his eyes a little wide and filled with curiosity as you gently grabbed the lighter from him, lighting the small intoxicated stick that was buried between his soft lips. He smiled a little at your success of doing what he couldn't, Neither of you had said anything to eachother yet, but there wasn't any words that needed to be said in the first place.

He pulled the pack of Marbolo's from his Jean pocket and handed you one, you smiled at him as you pulled one out, he took the lighter from you this time and returned the favor of lighting your cig now. How could someone have been so damn cute so effortlessly?

There you both were, leaning against the black railing of the balcony that had rusted over the years, turning crimson red in the night and looking strawberry red during the days where the blue sky was bright and beautiful and the sun was hot and beamed on everyone.

Looking up at the foggy moonlight sky reminded you of the night's Jamie would sneak you onto set when he was filming for The Mortal Instruments; City of Bones, And when he'd finally be able to catch a break from his coworkers spending the next 30 minutes of yaking about how they were excited to see the finished product, you'd both sneak off and out the hotel he was required to stay in.

The sound of the door clicking open made you immediately lift up your head excitedly as you wanted the gorgeous blonde man enter the veiw.

"Sorry baby, Rob and Lilly kept going on about the film and how they're excited to see it when it's done, actor stuff" Jamie laughed embarrassed, his hand pressed against the side of his neck.

"Don't be sorry! it's fine, really I get it Jamie, do you wanna go to bed? I know your probably exhausted from today." You examined his figure while a smile formed on his mouth, and his eyes went from anxious to excited.

"Actually.. How about we sneak out, out of the hotel? We should go do something fun!" He said walking over to you and grabbing your hand, desperately hoping you'd agree.

"I don't know.. Can't you get into trouble for that? I mean, what if we get caught?" Your voice was nervous but your mind was screaming at you to say yes and have a night you'd never forget with your boyfriend.

"So what if I get caught? We're halfway through the film, it's not like they'd fire me love, please sneak out with me?" He sat beside you and pouted out his lower lip, giving you those puppy eyes he knew you wouldn't have been able to say no to.

You'd sigh heavily and then smile cheekishly.

"Okay.. okay okay! fine, let's go" And then he'd jump up and hurry to the door while you laced your converse on and joined him to venture the night that was awaiting your arrival.

The way Jamie was always able to convince you to do something with him made him seem like some sort of Genie or something or other along those lines, but you enjoyed the way he convinced you to do dangerous things with him from time to time that would've gotten both of you into trouble.

You didn't even realize you were halfway through your cigarette, or that Jamie was closer to you now, practically touching shoulders with you, and that he was holding your hand.

There were often times were your mind would get lost venturing into the memories you'd made with Jamie, Sometimes you couldn't even help yourself. You'd never met someone who made you feel the way he did, he made life feel like a daydream.

"I have something for you, Love." Jamie mumbled to you, you looked away from the crying sky and over at Jamie, He was so calm and Suttle at the moment that you thought if you moved in any sort of fast motion it was startle him.

"What is it?" Your voice was soft and quiet, and a small cresent of a smile formed on his mouth at the sound of it.

"Over here.." He flicked his practically fully smoked cigarette out into the grass before he smushed all the ash against the railing of the metal fence of the balcony.

The both of you slid between the sliding glass, fingers interlocking together as he'd brought you into the kitchen. you leaned against the counter as the light bulb from the fridge lit both of your faces, Jamie's long slender arm reached into the back of the fridge, pulling out a white thin box.

He smiled as he handed it to you, peeking into the small plastic window at the top you gasped quietly at the sight of strawberries dipped in chocolate, with dyed white chocolate that was pink drizzled on top of them, some had sprinkles littered all over them, he kissed your forehead as your teeth preformed a bubbly smile.

"Can we eat them? right now?" Jamie nodded happily as you both slid up onto the counter together, as you carefully opened the box and decided to take a picture before eating any of them, to brag about on one of your media platform stories.

You handed him one gently as he waited for you to pick out yours, it was a medium sized strawberry dipped in dark chocolate with heart shaped sprinkles covering the chocolate, and resting your head on Jamie's shoulder.

"I love you, Y/n." Jamie whispered softly and kissed the top of your head, and your heart melted instantly just like your taste buds.

[jcbbby]

oooooh buddy. yikes yikes yikes. okay, this is my first just straight up smut fic. this is NOT my usual thing at all, so like…this may be absolute garbage??? I’m sorry in advance lmaoooo. this is also like, SO LONG I feel like, because I just literally don’t know how to get the fuck to the point and I just keep writing? lol side note, this is for those who have ever needed to get railed in a sun dress. ;)

If you’re not comfortable with this type of fic, please don’t read! I still love you either way! <3

Warnings: 18+ only MINORS LOOK AWAY, rpf but in an alternate universe, age gap (reader is like 19, Jamie is 34), p in v sex, unprotected sex (do not try at home, kids), oral (female receiving), obvious major power dynamic issue lol, kinda a slow burn? Idk what I’m doing

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It was a warm and humid late May Friday afternoon. You walked through the courtyard, tossing your hair up into a loose bun to get it off your neck in this heat. You dressed for the temperature, wearing a short yellow sun dress with spaghetti straps, complete with strappy sandals showing off your pedicured toes. You were ready for your week-long stay in the Florida Keys, a cliché but nevertheless exciting college summer vacation. Your first year of college was ending, and the only thing that stood in your way of you and your friends’ trip was your final exam for Professor Bower’s class.

Truth be told, you were a little disappointed to be finishing his class, even though it was just a standard required English literature course. You often found yourself absentmindedly staring up at him as he sat on the edge of his desk, a pen tucked with soft blonde locks behind his ear, leading a group discussion on the assigned reading. His high cheek bones, chiseled jaw, pale blue eyes, the wrinkles that would form in the corner of his eyes as he smiled at wonderfully thought-out opinions and analyses from the students, his charming British accent.

There was that one time he leaned in close at your desk to look over your work, feeling the warmth of his body radiate against you, his cologne lingering for a few moments after walking away. How he said your name when calling on you to answer a question. How you would drift off into a daydream wondering how your name would sound leaving his lips in a much more intimate setting… You spent the whole semester in his class feeling a yearning deep in your core. You were going to milk today’s time in his classroom as long as you could. Perhaps you had also worn the outfit you had chosen for more than just the heat wave, hoping to catch his attention just once before parting ways.

The campus was quieter than usual, with many students having already finished their exams and left for the summer. You had some time before your exam and decided to stop by the café on campus for a coffee and last minute study session. After being handed your drink, you went to take a seat on one of the couches and took out your notebook, scanning over the pages of notes.

“Ah, a little cramming session?” A familiar voice said in front of you.

You looked up from being buried in the pages to see him, Professor Bower. He was dressed much more casual than usual. In a pair of black jeans with a white t-shirt and a black blazer over it.

You smiled. “Oh…well, you know. Couldn’t hurt, right?” He looked incredible; you loved this more laid back look on him. Not that he didn’t look great in a tie as well. “You look like you’re ready for summer vacation.”

He looked down at his outfit and back up to you with a chuckle. “Yeah, I figured I’d tone it down for this last day, maybe help everyone relax for the exam… you look like you’re in summer vacation mode as well. You look…very nice.” He looked you up and down, lingering a little longer than you expected somewhere below your eyeline.

You blushed and felt butterflies in your abdomen. “Oh um…thank you. I-I’m heading south after this.” You cursed yourself in your head for saying it like an innuendo.

“You don’t say, how fun.” He grinned. “Well, I better go get everything printed. I’ll see you in class. Good luck on the exam, Y/N.”

You nodded with a meek smile as he turned and headed off in the other direction. All you could think about were his eyes on you, how you would have loved to see what his hands would have done, and how tightly your thighs were squeezing together.

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The classroom was dead silent during the exam, except for the scribbling of pens and pencils across pages. Jamie was sitting at his desk at the front of the room, glancing over his macbook every so often at the room. You found it hard to focus after your encounter earlier, looking up frequently to gaze at him. On a few occasions, he caught you, your eyes meeting for a brief second before you frantically and embarrassingly looked back down at the exam. He would smirk to himself as you felt your cheeks grow hot. You’re blowing it, you thought to yourself.

One by one, each of your classmates brought their finished exams up to the front, with Jamie quietly telling each of them to have a good summer.

“30 minutes left, guys.” He announced to the few of you remaining.

He looked directly at you, holding your gaze for what felt like an eternity before going back to his work on his laptop. You looked back down at your exam, now furiously writing, worried that you wouldn’t finish because of your distracted mind. Not only were you embarrassing yourself in front of the hot professor, but you would also fail his class. Before you knew it, it was just you and Jamie left in the classroom. You glanced to the clock, swallowing hard.

“Time’s up, love.” He said from his desk.

You sighed, gathering your belongings and making your way to the front. You handed your packet to him. “I uh…I didn’t finish. I’m sorry…”

Jamie tutted as he reached for the papers. “Even with that last minute study session?”

“I guess I was…a little distracted…” You shifted on your feet.

“Distracted?” Jamie leaned back in his chair. “Anything you’d want to talk about?” The look in his eyes felt ravenous, like they were reeling you in as prey.

“I don’t know…” You started as he stood up and began walking around to the front of the desk. You felt your breathing get heavier and a sudden wave of confidence washed over you. “I-I uh…kept thinking about how good you look in that blazer…”

Jamie let out a soft chuckle as he came to sit on the front of his desk like usual. “Is that so?”

You turned slightly to face him. “And…how good you’ve looked all semester...how I’ve been hoping you’d notice me…” Your entire body was electrified, being this close to him, desperately wanting his hands on you.

Jamie smirked, taking your arm and guiding you in between his slightly spread legs. Your breath hitched. His hands rested at your hips, sending aching pulses straight to your pussy.

“Darling, I’ve noticed. You always wearing those short skirts, twirling your pen in your mouth in class, not even knowing you’re driving me wild…but we both know I can’t get involved like that with a student…as much as I want to…” His voice was low, you felt his hands start to caress your hips and move towards your ass.

“But I’m technically not your student anymore…the exam is over, I’m done with your class.” You put your hands on his chest, leaning into him, feeling his chest rise and fall with more force. You craned your neck up at him.

He snorted a laugh. “You know I meant as a university student here in general…fuck, you look so good in this dress though.” His hand now resides firmly on your ass.

You began tracing circles with your finger on his chest, looking up at him with your best doe eyes. “I won’t tell if you don’t tell…” You whispered, pressing yourself into him, feeling him harden beneath you.

Jamie groaned quietly with a slight chuckle. “Oh, you’re gonna be the death of me....fuck it.”

He hungrily pressed his lips into yours, both of you immediately softly moaning into the other’s mouth, overwhelmed with want. You move your hands from his chest, wrapping them around his neck. His tongue greedily asked for entrance at your lips, which you wasted no time allowing it in, twirling yours with his. A semester’s worth of desire was erupting inside you, finally coming to fruition.

As you both clumsily tried to get more of each other’s mouths, Jamie’s hands planted firmly on the underside of your thighs, lifting you up against him. Your legs instantly wrapped around his waist as he spun around, sitting you down on his desk, never once breaking contact. He slid the blazer off over his shoulders, tossing it on to his chair behind the desk. You didn’t know he had tattoos. He had always worn blazers or long sleeve button ups. It was a welcomed surprise, you always had a weak spot for tattoos.

You pulled back from him, allowing you both to catch your breath. “You wanna fuck me right here on your desk?” You asked playfully.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you on this desk from day one.” He smirked, placing another kiss on your cheek before turning away.

He slipped over to the door, twisting the lock with a click. You were already so wet with anticipation, but you were still relatively new to sex, and suddenly felt a pang of apprehension creep in. You weren’t a virgin, but you weren’t exactly experienced. Aside from a less than notable prom night at a motel, you hadn’t seen much action. But this was a man, a probably very experienced man, and you were worried about impressing him.

Turning back from the door, he paused just for a moment, taking note of your changed body language. “Hey, you okay? You know, we can stop here if you want.” He walked back to you, standing between your legs, placing a hand on your outer thigh.

“No, no I’m fine. I want this. I want you…I just…I’ve only had sex once.” You looked away, embarrassed.

Jamie chuckled. “Oh, darling…” He cooed as he brought his hand to your cheek. “You can trust me. I can go as easy as you want.” His gentle care turned you on even more.

You brought your hand to his on your cheek and pulled it down, pressing it to your aching heat between your thighs, looking up at him with glassy eyes. “What if…I don’t want you to go easy.” You whispered. “How about you teach me something new, professor…”

His eyes went from where you placed his hand, and back up to your eyes. “Shit…you’re so wet.” He breathed; you felt his fingers lightly moving against your clothed cunt. “You sure you want this?”

“Mhm...god, I want you.” You nodded, staring at his lips, hoping his fingers would find their way under the barrier separating them from where you needed them.

Jamie crashed his lips into yours, as you clamored your hands over his shoulders and arms, hoping to pull him closer. His hand remained between your legs, teasing you with pressure that just wasn’t enough. You brought one hand down to his emerging bulge, caressing him through his jeans. A soft moan came from his throat as he rocked his hips slightly, before pulling away from you and taking your hand off of him. You looked confused.

“No, no. Your hands stay above both our waists, got it? Now, lie back.” He smirked.

You did as he said, slowly lowering yourself back on to the desk, keeping eye contact with Jamie. He remained between your legs, a hand on either thigh. He slowly pushed his hands up toward your hips, bringing the bottom hem of your dress up with them, exposing your light blue panties that were splotched with your excitement. He smiled to himself seeing how turned on you were for him. He glanced up at you, just scanning one more time for any sense of hesitation, before hooking his fingers around the band of them, and sliding them down your legs.

He tucked them into his back pocket, bending over you, meeting your lips again. He nipped at your bottom lip, as he reached back down, tracing a finger lightly over your slit. Your hips bucked upward, begging for more stimulation. Jamie smirked against your lips as he took his finger to your clit and began tracing tight circles. He moved his lips from yours down to your neck, biting and suckling, no doubt leaving marks that would take a few days to fade. You squirmed under his touch, aching for even more.

“Professor Bower…” you moaned.

“Call me Jamie, love.” He said against your neck.

“Jaaamiee…” You moaned again.

“Fuck, I love the sound of that.” He groaned, removing his finger from your bundle of nerves, a whimper leaving your mouth at the loss of contact.

He pushed you slightly backward, giving him the right angle now to place a delicate kiss on your thigh. He smirked up at you briefly before then moving planting his mouth on to your eager cunt. His tongue worked euphoric circles on your clit, not wasting any time also plunging a finger inside you. You gasped, grinding your hips down into his face, tensing yourself, your hands automatically tangling themselves up in his hair. Suddenly, he stopped.

“Hey. What did I say? Hands above the waist, or I won’t touch you anymore.” He said sharply.

“But…it feels so good…I can’t.” You say, catching your breath.

“Well then I guess we’re done here.” He started to stand up.

“No! Please…please keep touching me. I’ll be good.” You bit your lip.

Jamie smiled devilishly as he sank back down to his position. “That’s my good girl.”

He returned to working on you with his tongue, pumping in and out with his finger. You tried to stifle your increasing moans, not wanting to draw attention to yourselves. Jamie moaned into your pulsating heat, causing vibration, and sending shockwaves through your core. You gripped the edges of the desk, trying to follow Jamie’s rule, writhing under him. You bucked your hips up as he slipped in a second finger, pumping rhythmically as he swirled his tongue.

“Shit…shit I-..” You breathed.

“You’re doing so well, baby. That’s it. I’ve got you.” Jamie pressed a hand to your lower abdomen, increasing the growing pressure in your belly.

Without thinking, you grabbed his hand, gripping it tightly as you squirmed, feeling your release building. He smiled against you at this innocent and intimate gesture, intertwining his fingers with yours, still suckling your sensitive bud. He curled his fingers upward inside you in a beckoning motion.

“Jamie, fuck, I-…I’m gonna…”

"Yes, love. Go on, cum for me. Cum just for me." Jamie kissed and nibbled on your inner thigh.

You felt your orgasm crash over you. Your legs quivered as your head fell back in ecstasy. He caressed your hand in his with his thumb as he kept rubbing your clit with his other, helping you ride out your high. He came back up to your lips as you came down in a haze, tasting yourself as he kissed you.

“You still with me, love?” He asked chuckling, pulling you to sit upward again.

“Yeah…no one’s ever gone down on me before. You’ve set the bar really high, though.” You panted, buzzing all over.

“Good.” He smirked, leaning into kiss you again.

You couldn’t wait any longer, you needed him. All of him. Right then. You brought your hands up to his belt, eagerly undoing it as he smiled against your lips. He assisted in removing the belt and pushing his jeans down, his cock springing out over the band of his boxers as he pulled them down. He spit into his hand and wrapped around his cock, stroking himself a few times as he stared at you, taking you all in with his eyes before he had his way.

"I need you...I need you right now, Jamie. Please." The words poured out of your mouth, dripping in lust.

Jamie chuckled. "So desperate for me...you're so good for me."

He lined himself up with your waiting cunt, still seated on the edge of the desk. Slowly, he pushed himself in. Your breath hitching as his width stretched your walls, and he let out a moan as he bottomed out. He kissed and bit at your lips as he paused a moment for you to adjust to him, before starting an even and pace of slow, deep thrusting.

“God, I’ve thought of this while I’ve fucked my hand so many times…shit. You feel so good around me, baby.” He said in a gruff voice before burying his face into your neck, his teeth looking to leave more bruises.

“Me too.” You whispered. “Mmm, fuck me, Jamie.”

“Mmm, say that again, love. Say my fucking name.” He groaned, thrusting deeper.

“Mmmm, oh god, please fuck me, Jamie.” You moaned into his ear, your hands sliding through his hair, gripping his blonde hair tight as your eyes closed.

In a swift motion, Jamie pushed you down on your back again, pulling your legs up into his arms. His pace quickened, thrusting hard and fast into you from this angle. With your legs open and held up like this, he was hitting exactly where you needed it. He was fucking you like he wanted you to never forget it, and you knew you never would; you could never after this.

“You’re my fucking girl.” He grunted. “Say it.” He delivered a hard smack to the side of your ass cheek, with your legs still on either side of him. You let out a yelp as his large hand made contact with your soft skin.

“I’m your girl.” You panted. “I’m your girl, Jamie.”

He continued pounding into you. Both of you had long since given up trying to stifle yourselves. You reached down to your clit, circling it with your fingers, looking Jamie directly in the eye. He smiled wickedly with a chuckle as he watched you touch yourself while he fucked you. You felt him twitch inside you, being driven wild at the sight before him.

“Fuck, baby...that’s so sexy…I don’t think I can last much longer.” He gripped your thighs tight in his hands. “Where do you want it?” He asked.

“Inside.” You moaned. “I have an IUD. I want to feel you cum in me.” You arched your back, feeling a second high approaching.

“Okay. Fuuuck. I-…I’m-“

He reached his released, throwing his head back with a string of expletives. You felt his warm, thick seed spill into you, sending you over the edge at the sensation. You clenched around his cock, your body quivering with pleasure. As you both came down from the euphoria, Jamie’s pumping stopped and he stayed still, not yet pulling out of you. He let your legs fall and pulled you back up towards him, his hand sliding up into your hair, while his other hand rested on the small of your back. He placed a delicate kiss on your lips, pulling back as your sweaty foreheads rested together while you both caught your breath.

“Well, I think you passed the exam.” Jamie chuckled.

You laughed. “I’ve always been a bit of a teacher’s pet, hm?”

He slowly pulled out of you, reaching over to a roll of paper towels kept near the whiteboard to help with cleanup of the mess you had both made of yourselves and the desk.

“So… I’m teaching a poetry class next semester.” Jamie began as you finished straightening yourselves and the room up. “If you’re interested in any further extracurricular activities...” He winked.

“You know, I just might switch to being an English major. I suddenly really love literature classes.”